Briefkaart aan Philip Zilcken Possibly 1901 - 1918

This postcard to Philip Zilcken, from who-knows-when, is a modest little thing, but it’s full of feeling. I’m thinking about Marie J. van der Weyde. Writing is a kind of drawing. Look at the gentle slant of the letters—the open, loopy ‘P’ in Philip, or the way the address almost floats across the page. I can almost see her hand moving, how the pen glides and pauses. What was she thinking as she wrote? What’s the weather like outside? Is there a gentle breeze in the air? I love the smudges and the stamp, each one like a little painting in itself. And look at the embossed coat of arms—these official marks alongside the personal message. It’s like a quiet conversation across time, a whisper of connection. We’re all just trying to reach out, leave a mark, say something that matters. It's a reminder that even the simplest gestures can carry so much meaning.