Ontvangstbewijs aan Philip Zilcken before 1928

This receipt for Philip Zilcken by Anthony Struys is like a ready-made poem, found in the everyday, probably made with ink on paper. I can imagine Struys finding beauty in the mundane, seeing the potential for art in the ephemera of daily life. Was it an act of preservation, an attempt to immortalize something fleeting? I like to think about what he was thinking when he saw the potential in this scrap. The handwritten elements feel so personal, you know? The looping signatures, the carefully printed address, and the smudged postal marks. There's a tactile quality to the paper itself, a sense of age and history. This little piece of paper offers us a window into another time, another way of life. It makes me think about Kurt Schwitters and the Dadaists, who saw art in the detritus of the modern world. The practice of painting really comes alive when you understand the ongoing dialogues between artists, each riffing off the others' moves.