Zwevende man aan parachute before 1934

This is F. Ockerse's drawing of a floating man with a parachute. The starkness of the lines really grabs me. Each one is so deliberate, so clear, like a wire stretched tight. Look at the figure's patterned suit, it reminds me of doodles you might find in the margins of a notebook, nervous energy made visible. And those parachute lines, so precise, yet somehow… precarious. The texture here isn’t about layering or depth, it’s about the scratch of the pen on paper. The negative space feels huge, amplifying the figure's isolation. It's about what isn't there, the silence before the impact. This piece reminds me a bit of Guston, with its directness and the way it embraces the messiness of thought. In the end, it is a drawing that invites you to bring your own story to it.