Figuren zittend in een interieur, mogelijk van een café 1906 - 1945

Reijer Stolk made this drawing, Figuren zittend in een interieur, mogelijk van een café, with pencil on paper. I feel like I'm spying on someone's private doodle. Look at these thin lines, hesitant and searching. Was Stolk just killing time in a cafe, capturing snippets of the scene around him? It feels so immediate, like he's trying to grab a thought before it vanishes. You know, the way the lines double back on themselves suggests he's not quite sure, but he's going for it anyway. I imagine him hunched over his sketchbook, the cafe buzzing around him, lost in his own little world. I recognize that feeling of being both present and completely elsewhere. There's a freedom in these quick sketches, a lack of preciousness, that allows for a kind of raw expression. It reminds me that drawing, like painting, is a way of thinking, of feeling, of seeing. And isn’t that what we are all trying to do?