Prentbriefkaart aan Willem Bogtman Possibly 1933 - 1934

Richard Nicolaüs Roland Holst sent this postcard to Willem Bogtman, and it's so beautiful, it feels like a confession. Just imagine Roland Holst standing there, looking at the light shimmer on the water, the tall reeds blurring into soft focus. I can almost feel him searching for the right angle, the perfect composition to capture this fleeting moment of stillness. What was he hoping to communicate to Bogtman? Was it a shared memory of a place they both loved? Or was it something deeper, a silent acknowledgement of the beauty and fragility of life? Maybe the act of sending the card was more important than any words he could have written. Like, "look, this made me think of you. I’m here, thinking." This postcard reminds me that art is, at its heart, an act of connection.