Reproductie van een getekend portret van Stijn Streuvels after 1913

This drawn portrait of Stijn Streuvels was made in November 1913 by an anonymous artist. The marks feel direct, as if the artist was trying to capture not just a likeness, but also the essence of Streuvels's character. I can imagine the artist, charcoal in hand, eyes darting between the page and their subject. The sharp lines defining the contours of the face, the soft shading giving volume to the hair and mustache... these are not just lines, they are decisions, each one building upon the last. Did they struggle with the eyes, trying to capture that glint of intelligence? Did the mustache give them trouble, those unruly bristles defying easy representation? There's something so intimate about a portrait, isn't there? It's like a conversation between the artist and the subject, a dance of observation and interpretation. It's part of a grand, ongoing dialogue, stretching back through time.