Brief aan Emile Ernest Bernard 1878 - 1941

This is a letter to Emile Bernard, undated, composed of ink on paper. The grey text, dense and looping, fills nearly the entire page. It's like a field of tangled lines, a choreography of the hand. I'm drawn to the way the words blur and bleed into each other, obscuring the message, but amplifying the feeling. Look how the loops of the 'l's and 'e's form little knots, almost like doodles. I see these tiny gestures as a kind of emotional overflow, where the act of writing becomes as important as the content. The letter’s texture is created by the variable pressure of the pen. This makes me think of Cy Twombly's scribbled paintings. He wasn’t making exact copies of things, he was creating his own language of art. Both artists remind me that art is about the messy process, where meaning isn’t fixed but emerges through the doing. It’s about embracing the unpredictable and finding beauty in the imperfect.