Om livet, døden og "det rette Forhold" 1913 - 1914

This page by J.A. Jerichau, whose title translates to “On Life, Death, and the Right Relationship,” is part of a sketchbook at the SMK. The handwriting sprawls across the page, each word a delicate, dark thread against the cream paper, like a quiet conversation caught in time. I love how Jerichau makes the writing itself a kind of drawing, a dance of thoughts made visible. The ink is modest, not trying to dominate, but rather to exist as a humble guest on the page. There's a passage near the bottom where the words seem to huddle together, as if sharing a secret. It reminds me of Cy Twombly, in that sense of art as an ongoing conversation across time. It embraces the ambiguity, the lack of fixed meanings, and that’s where its real power lies, don’t you think?