Briefkaart aan Willem Bogtman before 1925

This is a postcard to Willem Bogtman, which Richard Nicolaüs Roland Holst wrote at an unknown date. It's got that lovely, aged paper look, with handwriting and a stamp, all those little details that speak of another time. I can imagine Holst sitting down, maybe in a cafe, pen in hand, thinking about what to say. The words are like gestures, quick and flowing. The ink soaking into the paper creates a kind of texture, a physical record of his thoughts. It reminds me of my own process, how each mark, each brushstroke, is a decision, a moment captured. It must be a treat to send a message, in one’s own hand, that may be treasured for years to come. Holst, like all of us, was part of a conversation, a dialogue with other artists and ideas. It makes me think about how we build on what came before, how we’re constantly responding to each other across time. It's exciting to be part of it, embracing the messy, uncertain process of making meaning.