Brief aan Philip Zilcken before 1917

This is ‘Brief aan Philip Zilcken’ by Joseph Romieu, a handwritten letter, probably dashed off with a fountain pen. The words are written in French, a looping script in blue ink. I love to imagine the artist's hand moving across the paper, each stroke laying down not just a word, but a bit of their personality, their mood, the very rhythm of their thoughts. Was the nib scratchy against the page, or did the ink flow smooth as silk? There’s an intimacy here, a directness that you just don't get with typed words. It's like eavesdropping on a conversation between artists. I’m curious about the context of this exchange. What were they working on, thinking about? Did they ever meet? This letter reminds us that art isn't made in a vacuum. It's about connection, exchange, a community of makers bouncing ideas off each other. We're all part of this ongoing conversation, building on what came before, and hopefully inspiring what comes next.