Brief aan Philip Zilcken Possibly 1923

Here's a letter written in Paris on December 16, 1923, by Charles Snabilié. It's not paint on canvas, but ink on paper, and it’s fascinating to imagine Snabilié hunched over his desk, the nib of his pen scratching across the page. I wonder what was on his mind. He discusses a proposition for a book and his collaboration with a friend. I think he is trying to find some common ground for the project. His handwriting, loops and swirls, feels like a direct extension of his thought process—immediate and unfiltered. Each stroke carries a certain weight and rhythm. I can imagine him pausing, perhaps rereading what he's written, considering the flow of his thoughts. The paper itself is aging—he speaks of memory, in a way, since the letter itself is a container and reminder of a memory, of a conversation. It reminds me that artists are always in conversation across time, inspiring each other's creativity, be it with paint or words. It's all embodied expression.