Lint van lichtblauwe satijn met één zijde afgezet in zwart c. 1890 - 1935

This little roll of light blue satin with black trim, held at the Rijksmuseum, feels so intimate, like a tiny abstract sculpture. I imagine Schnitzler handling this ribbon, feeling its texture, considering how the light catches the satin. There's something really tender about seeing something so delicate and handmade. It makes me think about all the unseen labor and care that goes into making even the smallest objects. It reminds me of Eva Hesse's rope sculptures or maybe the quiet, obsessive work of textile artists like Sheila Hicks. Each twist and fold, each careful stitch, speaks to a process of slow looking and feeling. What was it for? A dress? A hat? Who might have worn it? It's a reminder that art isn't just about big statements or grand gestures, it's also about the quiet, everyday acts of making that connect us to the world. I think the best art always leaves space for questions.