Rain over Jaren
Regn over Jaren – 1984
Title Translation: Rain over Jaren
Medium: Watercolour on paper
Signature: Signed “Sigurd Bergmann”
In Regn over Jaren, Sigurd Bergmann turns weather into poetry. This watercolour is soaked in atmosphere—literally and emotionally—capturing the gentle melancholy of rain sweeping across an open field.
The foreground is textured with warm earthy reds, rusts, and ochres, suggesting a late summer or early autumn landscape just beginning to surrender to the changing season. Above, a heavy sky looms in subdued tones of slate and pale yellow, casting a veil of moisture and memory across the composition.
The brilliance of this piece lies in its restraint. There are no defined trees or buildings, no focal point in the traditional sense—just a vast openness, a soft horizon, and the feeling of being small under an endless sky. It’s a painting you don’t just look at—you feel it settle around you like mist.
Regn over Jaren – 1984
Title Translation: Rain over Jaren
Medium: Watercolour on paper
Signature: Signed “Sigurd Bergmann”
In Regn over Jaren, Sigurd Bergmann turns weather into poetry. This watercolour is soaked in atmosphere—literally and emotionally—capturing the gentle melancholy of rain sweeping across an open field.
The foreground is textured with warm earthy reds, rusts, and ochres, suggesting a late summer or early autumn landscape just beginning to surrender to the changing season. Above, a heavy sky looms in subdued tones of slate and pale yellow, casting a veil of moisture and memory across the composition.
The brilliance of this piece lies in its restraint. There are no defined trees or buildings, no focal point in the traditional sense—just a vast openness, a soft horizon, and the feeling of being small under an endless sky. It’s a painting you don’t just look at—you feel it settle around you like mist.
Regn over Jaren – 1984
Title Translation: Rain over Jaren
Medium: Watercolour on paper
Signature: Signed “Sigurd Bergmann”
In Regn over Jaren, Sigurd Bergmann turns weather into poetry. This watercolour is soaked in atmosphere—literally and emotionally—capturing the gentle melancholy of rain sweeping across an open field.
The foreground is textured with warm earthy reds, rusts, and ochres, suggesting a late summer or early autumn landscape just beginning to surrender to the changing season. Above, a heavy sky looms in subdued tones of slate and pale yellow, casting a veil of moisture and memory across the composition.
The brilliance of this piece lies in its restraint. There are no defined trees or buildings, no focal point in the traditional sense—just a vast openness, a soft horizon, and the feeling of being small under an endless sky. It’s a painting you don’t just look at—you feel it settle around you like mist.
