Copyright: Rijks Museum: Open Domain
This is a postcard to Philip Zilcken, likely written in 1915. The way ink bleeds into the paper feels delicate, ephemeral. There's a directness to the marks here; no pretense, just information sent from one person to another. The stamp, the postmark, the handwriting – they each have a texture and rhythm. Look at the confident loop of the ‘S’ in Singels. Or the way the ink pools in the curves of the letters. The stamp is like a small, perfect painting in itself. You know, I’m reminded of Cy Twombly, not in style, but in spirit. Both artists embrace the imperfections, the accidents, the sheer physicality of writing and mark-making as a form of expression. They show how art is always in conversation, across time, an ongoing exchange of marks and ideas.
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