Notities 1890 - 1946

This is a page of 'Notities' by Cornelis Vreedenburgh, and it feels like stumbling upon a private thought. You know, the kind of thing you find tucked away in an old book. The paper has this beautiful, aged quality, a gentle off-white, like time has softened it. There are these faint marks, maybe smudges or ghostly erasures, that suggest a process of thinking and rethinking. It’s like the residue of an idea taking shape. The handwritten notes at the bottom – they're so light, barely there, as if the artist was trying not to disturb the silence of the page. It reminds me of Agnes Martin’s subtle grids, or Cy Twombly’s scribbled poems. There’s something incredibly intimate about seeing the trace of an artist's hand, the evidence of their process. It’s not about perfection; it’s about the beauty of the imperfect, the unfinished thought. It shows how art embraces ambiguity and the ongoing exchange of ideas.