Brief aan Philip Zilcken Possibly 1908 - 1912

This letter, written by Victor Barrucand, I imagine, was composed with a delicate nib pen, somewhere between Algeria and Paris. The ink, now faded, once flowed with purpose, each stroke forming elegant words for Philip Zilcken. I wonder what Barrucand was thinking as he penned this missive. The materiality of the letter – the paper's texture, the ink's hue – speaks of a different time. I can almost feel the writer's hand moving across the page, negotiating thoughts and emotions. There’s something deeply human about seeing the trace of his hand, like peering into his mind. The script itself, with its loops and flourishes, feels like a dance. It reminds me of Cy Twombly’s handwriting paintings, how gestures can carry so much weight. Each word feels like a brushstroke, contributing to the overall composition. Artists are constantly in conversation across time, influencing each other's creative process. It’s about embracing uncertainty and allowing for multiple readings.