This postcard from Aby Warburg's archive, likely made in 1926, gives us a peek into artmaking as a process of communication. I mean, look at the way the ink from the pen just glides across the surface, creating these elegant, looping forms. It’s as if the writing itself becomes a kind of drawing, a dance of thought made visible. You can almost feel the pressure of his hand, the speed of his thoughts as he penned this message. There's a transparency here, a rawness. There’s no attempt to hide the hand of the maker. It reminds me a bit of Cy Twombly’s scribbled paintings, where the act of writing becomes a form of abstract expression. Like Twombly, Warburg seems less concerned with conveying a specific message than with capturing the energy of the moment, leaving us to fill in the gaps, find our own meaning in the marks he left behind. It’s a reminder that art is always a conversation, a back-and-forth between the artist and the viewer.