In the Orphanage at Katwijk-Binnen
The air inside the room feels heavy with the scent of old wood and the soft rustle of fabric. Sunlight streams through a large leaded-glass window on the right, cutting through the dimness to illuminate a scene of quiet, disciplined labor. Four figures sit gathered around a table, their hands moving in a rhythmic dance of needlework. They are the orphans of Katwijk-Binnen, caught in a moment of profound stillness.…









