Notities c. 1916

This page of notations was composed at an unknown date by Reijer Stolk. Gazing at this pale script, I imagine Stolk hovered over the page, pencil in hand, lost in thought. What was on his mind as he inscribed these equations and observations? Maybe he paused, considering the weight of each stroke, the feel of the pencil against the paper. I can almost see him furrowing his brow in concentration. The ghostly pale script fades in and out like a half-remembered dream. It reminds me of Cy Twombly’s scrawls. You know, that raw, unpretentious quality where the physical act of mark-making becomes a form of expression. And I’m thinking, how does the act of writing become a site of inquiry for the artist, each mark leading to new possibilities, sparking further exploration? It’s a conversation, a dance between thought and action that transcends time and space. We’re all just trying to figure things out, one stroke at a time.