Rechthoekige vorm 1890 - 1946

Cornelis Vreedenburgh made this drawing, of, well, a rectangular form, it seems, on paper. It looks like a page torn straight from the sketchbook. There’s something so appealing about seeing an artist's process so bare and unadorned. The lines are tentative, searching, like the artist is thinking aloud with their pencil. Look at the top section, the way the lines waver, suggesting a form without fully committing to it. It's a bit like a ghost of a building or maybe a landscape. Then, below, we have a more defined shape, almost architectural in its precision. What I love about this piece is its humility. It doesn’t try to be anything it’s not. It’s just a record of an artist’s exploration, a moment captured in time. For me, it has echoes of Agnes Martin's quiet minimalism, that same sense of seeking something essential and profound in the simplest of forms. Ultimately, art is about the questions we ask, not the answers we give.