Franstalig gedicht op de Nimfen van de Amstel, pagina 7 by Crispijn van de (II) Passe

Franstalig gedicht op de Nimfen van de Amstel, pagina 7 1640

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drawing, print, textile, paper

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drawing

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aged paper

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hand written

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hand-lettering

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print

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hand drawn type

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hand lettering

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textile

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paper

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11_renaissance

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personal sketchbook

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hand-written

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fading type

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handwritten font

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small lettering

Dimensions height 140 mm, width 190 mm

Curator: It has a fragile, almost spectral presence... a whisper from another time. Editor: Indeed. What we're viewing is a page, specifically page 7, from "Franstalig gedicht op de Nimfen van de Amstel," or French poem on the Nymphs of the Amstel, created around 1640 by Crispijn van de Passe the Younger. It's currently held at the Rijksmuseum. The media used are drawings and prints. Curator: So, immediately I see the contrast. The confident flourishes of the lettering versus this feeling that it's almost disappearing before our eyes. The way the paper has aged… it feels incredibly poignant. What do you notice in the work's visual structure? Editor: Well, there’s a clear hierarchy at play. The poem itself dominates the upper portion of the page, giving way to what seems to be a dedication or closing remarks in smaller script at the bottom. It’s meticulously arranged, using space and varied font sizes to guide the reader's eye, almost as if mapping a journey. It reminds me how carefully laid out these early printed pages were in order to emphasize certain concepts. Curator: "Et en les cheriffant precervés du cercueil…" There’s such a sense of mortality, but also a longing to preserve beauty through art. The poem even mentions Neptune and sacrificing to Fortune. Do you get the feeling that maybe the "Nymphs of the Amstel" are actually these verses? And Passe tries to preserve his thoughts, much like writers today hoping that someone will appreciate what they thought in the moment, too? Editor: Fascinating idea. There is a cyclical element in thinking about it like that: that words contain life, but time is the constant threat of dissolution, despite one's efforts. Thinking about that idea, it creates a somber feeling… almost an echo from centuries past. Curator: An echo indeed, whispering stories of nymphs, mortality, and the delicate art of preservation. Editor: A perfect encapsulation, thank you. A testament to the enduring power of words.

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