Huis 1921 - 1922

This small drawing called 'Huis' was done by Isaac Israels, and looking at it now, it feels like a quiet whisper of an idea. The pencil lines are so faint, almost like he's thinking out loud on paper. The surface itself is toned, aged with time. It’s like the paper is breathing, participating in the image. What I love about drawings like this is the vulnerability of the process. It’s not about perfection, but about the act of searching. See how the lines meander, almost testing out different possibilities? It reminds me of my own process, the endless layering and erasing, the back-and-forth between intention and accident. It makes me think of Cy Twombly, the way he embraced the messiness of thought and mark-making. Ultimately, it's a reminder that art is not about answers, but about the questions we ask along the way.