Curatorial notes
This envelope addressed to Marie Jordan, scrawled by an anonymous hand, is a reminder that art is as much about touch as vision. The ink, faded almost to a memory, loops across the slightly yellowed paper, a dance of pressure and release. Look closely, and you can almost feel the rhythm of the writer’s hand, the tiny variations in line weight. It’s a process laid bare, not unlike a painter’s brushstrokes, revealing the artist's process. The tear along the top edge, rather than detracting, adds a layer of history, a sense of something used, handled, and cherished. This piece reminds me of Cy Twombly’s scribbled paintings, where the act of writing becomes a form of drawing, a way of thinking through the body. Here, the simple act of addressing an envelope becomes a small, intimate artwork. It’s a testament to the idea that art can be found in the everyday, in the fleeting gestures and humble materials that surround us.
