Prentbriefkaart aan Andries Bonger Possibly 1933 - 1936

Here is the back of an old postcard from Abel Lefranc, covered in handwritten script. I imagine Lefranc sitting down, pen in hand, trying to capture a moment, a thought, or a feeling. The ink swirls and dances across the paper, forming words and phrases that hint at a story. It's like watching a painter build up layers of color and texture, each stroke revealing something new. I see messages of sympathy, a ravaged place, and a beautiful, but ruined Chateau. Was he thinking about loss, resilience, and memory? About how things change and decay over time, or the enduring power of art to capture a moment? Looking at this postcard, I feel a connection to Lefranc, to his world, and to the act of creation itself. It's a reminder that art is an ongoing conversation, a way of sharing experiences and ideas across time. It’s a way of marking time, recording a moment, and sending it out into the world.