This blank page, by Niels Larsen Stevns, invites us to consider artmaking as a process, one filled with possibility. I'm drawn to the subtle texture of the paper, the way it seems to absorb light rather than reflect it. You can see the gentle undulations and fibers, almost feel the grain. Look at the slight darkening near the page's edge. Notice the way it hints at age, at time passing. And the spine's dark leather – that's a really great contrast. It reminds me of Agnes Martin's grids, where the slightest imperfection becomes monumental. Here, the blankness isn't empty; it's charged. It's a space for potential, for ideas to take shape. The simplicity is deceiving, because in that quietude, so much can happen. The way the paper breathes feels similar to a Cy Twombly canvas. This blank page asks us what we bring to it, what we project onto it. What do you see in the silence?