Zijaanzichten en een plattegrond van een vrijstaand huis 1890 - 1946

Here's a peek into Cornelis Vreedenburgh's notebook, where he's sketched, well, Zijaanzichten en een plattegrond van een vrijstaand huis. It's a flurry of graphite, lines searching for form, like a sculptor coaxing a figure out of stone. I imagine Vreedenburgh hunched over this page, brow furrowed, trying to capture the essence of this house. Maybe it's a commission, a potential home for someone, or maybe it's just a house that caught his eye. The lines are tentative, exploratory. See how they overlap and diverge? Each one feels like a question. What's the right angle? The right proportion? There's a vulnerability in these kinds of sketches. It's the artist thinking out loud, and it reminds us that even the most confident statements start with a little bit of doubt, a little bit of searching. Vreedenburgh is in conversation with other architects and artists, all grappling with the same question: how do we build a world, one line at a time?