Brief aan Mien Cambier van Nooten Possibly 1939

This letter by Dick Ket to Mien Cambier van Nooten, made probably with pen and ink, feels like diving headfirst into the artist's mind. You can imagine him, hunched over the page, his pen scratching furiously as his thoughts spill out in a torrent. It’s like a snapshot of a moment, a raw, unfiltered expression of his inner world. What was he thinking as he wrote? Was he wrestling with his demons, pouring his heart out, or simply trying to make sense of the chaos around him? The texture of the writing, the way the words cluster and scatter across the page – it's almost like a painting in itself. Each stroke, each flourish, tells a story, hinting at the emotions simmering beneath the surface. Looking at this, I can't help but think of other artists who've used the written word as a canvas such as Cy Twombly, because art is always in conversation, riffing off each other across time. It reminds me that art isn't just about pretty pictures, it's about digging deep, embracing the messy, uncertain stuff of life, and finding meaning in the chaos.