Blad met handtekeningen Possibly 1949

This page of signatures – it's like a flurry of graphite gestures, all these names dancing together on the page. I wonder, what was it like to witness this page filling up? Each person leaning in, pen in hand, probably thinking about how they wanted to present themselves with their particular swoosh and flourish. You know, the way the hand moves, the pressure applied, it's so individual. Look at the loops on that signature halfway down, it’s so different to the tight cursive of the name below it, or the next one with that determined line cutting through it. Painters are always looking at other people's marks, pinching and borrowing, maybe unconsciously echoing some line they saw decades ago. Signatures are like an alphabet of feeling, full of echoes and intentions. It's all just one big conversation, you know?