Prentbriefkaart aan de familie van Philip Zilcken before 1930

This postcard to the family of Philip Zilcken looks like it was made in Paris way back in 1881. There's no artist attributed, but someone has penned an address in what looks like sepia ink. I imagine the writer carefully forming each letter, pressing down just hard enough to leave a dark, permanent mark on the paper. You know, writing is kind of like painting, isn't it? The strokes of the pen create a visual rhythm, a dance of lines across the surface. I wonder if the person who wrote this was an artist themselves? Or maybe they just had an eye for detail, a love for the way words look as well as what they mean. It reminds me of Cy Twombly's scribbled paintings – a similar kind of energy, a similar sense of playful exploration. Every artist is in a conversation with those that came before, answering back, and asking new questions. It’s the physical act of writing that anchors the thought.