Ontwerp voor een bank c. 1906

This is Carel Adolph Lion Cachet's "Ontwerp voor een bank," and just looking at it makes me want to grab my sketchbook. I can almost feel the scratch of the pencil on the paper, can't you? There's such a vulnerability to the sketch. It's like catching the artist in the act of thinking, right? I imagine Cachet hunched over, maybe muttering to himself, trying to figure out the exact curve of the armrest. It's not just about the lines; it's about the space around them, the potential. You see these light strokes? They’re whispers of ideas, barely there but full of possibility. It reminds me that art, like life, is often about the journey, not just the destination. It's about the questions we ask and the spaces we leave open for others to fill.