Lint, wit, met één gladde rand en de andere rand is geschulpt en voorzien van picots c. 1920

This piece of lace by Gustav Schnitzler, held at the Rijksmuseum, has got me thinking about repetition and the handmade. I’m imagining the maker’s hands, meticulously weaving, turning, and repeating patterns to create this delicate textile. Each loop and twist is so intentional, building up this lacy architecture. It's an additive process, almost like applying brushstrokes, stitch by stitch, until a complex composition emerges. And that subtle color, that off-white, it's whispering about time and touch. Look at the edge, the way it scallops with those tiny picots – like a painter carefully detailing a contour. Is it a line? Is it an edge? Is it a drawing? It reminds me of Agnes Martin's grids, or even Eva Hesse’s rope sculptures. Each artist using repetition to create these mesmerizing textures, these fields of labor, thought, and feeling. The artist creates rhythm, cadence, and movement. I can’t help but think about how we all are always inspired by each other.