Brief aan Héloïse Bernard-Bodin 1878 - 1941

This is a letter to Héloïse Bernard-Bodin from 1895 by Emile Bernard, written in looping purple ink, flowing across the page. Imagine Bernard hunched over his desk, the nib of his pen scratching against the paper. He’s deep in thought, the words tumbling out in a rush. I see the nervous energy in the script, the way the lines dart and weave. It reminds me of those late-night studio sessions when you're wrestling with an idea, trying to pin it down before it slips away. There’s something raw and unfiltered about it, like a direct line to his thoughts and feelings. Maybe he’s grappling with some big questions, trying to figure out his place in the art world. Maybe he feels isolated, misunderstood. I know that feeling. It’s like he’s building a bridge to Héloïse, reaching out for connection and understanding. In my own work, I feel like I am in a conversation with other artists. Each brushstroke a response to something that came before, or a question posed to the future.