Blank 1864 - 1941

This blank page by Niels Larsen Stevns, it's a kind of quiet scream, isn't it? The soft cream color of the paper, aged like a fine wine, is so delicate. The brown speckles that pepper the page are a history of touch, a ghost of the ink that might have been. Look at the way the light catches the edge of the page, the way it curves, worn and soft. It reminds me that every mark we make, every word we write, is a physical act, a material trace. This isn’t just about writing, it’s about the potential for writing, it's a moment of quiet reflection, a pause before the plunge. You see this same sort of thing with Agnes Martin, that subtle sense of something present, but just out of reach. And it leaves you wondering, what will you write on your blank page?