Kurhaus. Scheveningen 1890 - 1920

This small card shows the Kurhaus in Scheveningen, perhaps drawn with charcoal. The image feels still, almost like a memory. I imagine Westerborg standing there, looking at the majestic building, the sea air whipping around them, the smell of salt heavy in the air. What was going through his mind as he chose what to capture? Did they want to show the grand scale of the Kurhaus, or perhaps the way it meets the horizon? The card itself has aged, the paper worn and softened. I think about the hand that created the image, and the hands that have held it since. It’s like a quiet conversation across time, a silent exchange between Westerborg and us. Artists are always in dialogue, borrowing ideas, riffing off each other. It reminds us that art isn't made in a vacuum. It’s a messy, beautiful conversation that keeps evolving.