Brief aan Anna Dorothea Dirks Possibly 1926

This letter to Anna Dorothea Dirks, penned by Johan Huizinga, is not painted, but the ink and paper are the medium here, carrying words across time. Look at the hand—the way the ink pools and thins, how the letters tilt and lean. There’s a rhythm in that script, a kind of dance. I love seeing process laid bare; it reminds me that art-making is a physical act. The pressure applied, the pauses, the way thoughts get formed and reformed on the page. I imagine Huizinga hunched over his desk, wrestling with ideas, the pen a tool for both expression and discovery. The blotches of ink, like tiny explosions, highlight the letter, it's all about how these elements shape our emotional experience of the artwork and contribute to its conceptual resonances. It makes me think of Cy Twombly, not in style, but in the raw, unfiltered energy of the line. It's a reminder that art isn't about perfection; it's about embracing the messy, imperfect beauty of being human.