This postcard was sent to Philip Zilcken by Fenna de Meyier sometime around 1915. It's fascinating how much a simple piece of mail can tell us about someone's life. The script is so beautiful, all swirling and connected. It makes me think of old maps, the kind where the land seems to roll and flow. The way the ink bleeds ever so slightly into the paper suggests the slow passage of time, like memories fading at the edges. The stamps are like little anchors, holding the words down, giving them weight and value. I love the imperfection here. There’s a realness to it, a humanness that a perfectly printed image just can't capture. It reminds me a little of Cy Twombly’s handwriting, the way it seems both effortless and deliberate, like a dance on the page. Art is about the ongoing conversation and exchange of ideas across time and this postcard is part of that conversation.