Wolkenlucht 1890 - 1946

This sketch, *Wolkenlucht*, was made by Cornelis Vreedenburgh using graphite on paper. It's a fleeting impression, a cloudy sky jotted down with the simplest of means. And that's what I love about it, this sense of immediacy, the artist capturing a moment, a feeling, almost like a visual note-to-self. The texture is all in the varying pressure of the pencil, thick, dark scribbles giving way to the faintest lines. It's a dance between control and looseness. Look at the top left corner, that patch of dense hatching. It's like he's trying to pin down the weight of the cloud, but then he lets it dissolve into the air. And the lines, they’re so raw, you can almost feel Vreedenburgh’s hand moving across the page. It reminds me of some of Agnes Martin’s drawings, the way she used simple lines to create these subtle, almost meditative spaces. *Wolkenlucht* isn't about perfection, it's about embracing the imperfect, the fleeting, the unfinished. It’s a reminder that art is a conversation, a process of constant discovery.