Here is a sheet of annotations by George Hendrik Breitner. Imagine him, notebook in hand, jotting down observations, prices, addresses—a flurry of information captured on paper. I love how the act of note-taking becomes a kind of performance, each line, each word, a trace of his thinking process. You can almost feel him, right? The way he squints, the way he scratches. It's like a dance between intention and accident, where the hand moves almost independently, guided by some inner rhythm. I imagine Breitner wandering the city streets, his senses alert to the world around him. What was he thinking as he wrote these words? What sights, sounds, and smells filled his mind? It's a reminder that art isn't just about what we see, but about how we experience the world. And in these humble annotations, we catch a glimpse of the artist's mind at work, wrestling with the messy, beautiful chaos of existence.
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