Karton met strook kant, aaneengeschakelde ruiten gedecoreerd met acht bloemen rond een cirkel, écru c. 1920

This delicate lace strip, mounted on cardboard, was created by Gustav Schnitzler, though we don't know when. I can just imagine him there, maybe a bit like Agnes Martin, patiently building up these tiny floral cells, working in the round, each one like a mandala. It's cream-colored, écru, like an old dream, or faded memory. You know, like the way lace catches the light, and the shadows dance in the little holes. The whole thing is like a field, or a cosmos, where each bloom is both separate and part of a larger pattern. It makes me think about Eva Hesse and her sculptures with their obsessive repetition and attention to the handmade. The way she used simple materials to create something complex and beautiful. Like Hesse, Schnitzler’s lace isn’t just a pretty surface. It’s got depth, texture, a real presence. You can almost feel the artist’s hand in every stitch, every tiny knot. Artists, you know, we're all just trying to leave our mark, weave our own stories, thread by thread.