Brief aan Anna Dorothea Dirks Possibly 1924

This is a letter written to Anna Dorothea Dirks, penned in Amsterdam on January 30th, 1924. What strikes me first is the intimate dance between the script and the page. See how the dark ink almost seems to burrow into the fibers, each word a little nest of intention. The lines of the paper act as a guide, but the handwriting has its own rhythm, a kind of controlled chaos. There’s a tenderness in the looping letters, a sense of care. It reminds me of Cy Twombly's scribbled poems—not so much about legibility as about the pure energy of mark-making. Each stroke feels like a breath, a thought, a feeling given form. It's about touch. It makes me think of Agnes Martin’s quiet grids, where the slightest imperfection speaks volumes. Art is, after all, a conversation across time.