Envelop aan Marie Jordan c. 1922

This delicate inscription, "Mevrouw Breitner," floats on a scrap of paper, perhaps an envelope for Marie Jordan. You can almost see the hand moving, the nib of the pen gliding across the surface, leaving a trail of thought. I imagine someone, pen in hand, pausing, thinking, maybe even feeling a little shy. It's like they are sketching with words. The line underneath suggests emphasis, or maybe just the end of a message. What was written on the letter it once contained? Was it a love letter, a note of thanks, or a simple message? What kind of relationship was this? It makes you wonder, doesn't it? How much of ourselves we put into these little gestures, these fleeting moments of creation. It shows us that art doesn't always have to shout to be heard; sometimes, the quietest voices carry the furthest.