Vork van zilver 1928

Here's a fork in silver by Georg Jensen, probably made sometime between the late 19th and early 20th century. I wonder what Jensen was thinking about as he was hammering away, giving form to a piece of silver. Look at the handle, how it flares out and then curves, and observe the weight and balance, the tines, how they widen and flatten towards the end. It reminds me of the gestural marks of a brushstroke. It’s a kind of drawing in metal, maybe. All that delicate line work. How does it feel in your hand, cold and hard? Does it feel nice on your lips? It makes me think of the way that, as artists, we are always in conversation, a kind of call and response across time. And it all comes down to touch, doesn't it? I think artists are in an ongoing exchange, inspiring one another's creativity. And what if we think about painting as a form of expression, where it's okay to be ambiguous? What new meanings might come into being?