Dress c. 1938

Edith Magnette made this drawing of a dress, and it’s pretty great. I imagine her bent over a table, pencil in hand, carefully rendering all that lace. It's a fascinating process, drawing. You start with an idea, or maybe just a shape, and then you build it up, line by line. It’s almost forensic – she's digging into this dress, trying to understand how it all fits together. I wonder what she was thinking as she drew each tiny detail. Was it a dress she admired? A commission? A dress she dreamed of wearing? There's something so intimate about a drawing like this. It's not just a picture of a dress; it's a record of a hand moving across a page, a mind at work. We can all get caught up in the act of creation, and that’s worth celebrating. Isn’t it amazing how artists, across time, are in conversation with one another?