In Nordmarka
I Nordmarka (1992)
Charcoal or black pastel on paper
Sigurd Bergmann
I Nordmarka — In Nordmarka — is a striking monochrome piece capturing the timeless stillness of the northern woods. Created in 1992, this landscape reveals Bergmann’s command of gesture and contrast, using bold black strokes to evoke the dense forest terrain just outside Oslo.
The viewer is placed low in the undergrowth, framed by dark pines in the foreground. Beyond them, a frozen body of water glows faintly, and a tapestry of trees stretches toward soft, rolling hills. It’s a landscape drawn not in light, but in shadow — full of depth, mystery, and quiet reverence.
There’s no dramatics here. Just presence. The kind of presence you feel standing alone in Nordmarka, with snow underfoot and silence overhead.
I Nordmarka (1992)
Charcoal or black pastel on paper
Sigurd Bergmann
I Nordmarka — In Nordmarka — is a striking monochrome piece capturing the timeless stillness of the northern woods. Created in 1992, this landscape reveals Bergmann’s command of gesture and contrast, using bold black strokes to evoke the dense forest terrain just outside Oslo.
The viewer is placed low in the undergrowth, framed by dark pines in the foreground. Beyond them, a frozen body of water glows faintly, and a tapestry of trees stretches toward soft, rolling hills. It’s a landscape drawn not in light, but in shadow — full of depth, mystery, and quiet reverence.
There’s no dramatics here. Just presence. The kind of presence you feel standing alone in Nordmarka, with snow underfoot and silence overhead.
I Nordmarka (1992)
Charcoal or black pastel on paper
Sigurd Bergmann
I Nordmarka — In Nordmarka — is a striking monochrome piece capturing the timeless stillness of the northern woods. Created in 1992, this landscape reveals Bergmann’s command of gesture and contrast, using bold black strokes to evoke the dense forest terrain just outside Oslo.
The viewer is placed low in the undergrowth, framed by dark pines in the foreground. Beyond them, a frozen body of water glows faintly, and a tapestry of trees stretches toward soft, rolling hills. It’s a landscape drawn not in light, but in shadow — full of depth, mystery, and quiet reverence.
There’s no dramatics here. Just presence. The kind of presence you feel standing alone in Nordmarka, with snow underfoot and silence overhead.
