Rogaland Landscape in September

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Rogalandsnatur i september
Translation: Rogaland Landscape in September
Artist: Sigurd Bergmann
Year: 1997
Medium: Watercolour on textured paper

In Rogalandsnatur i september, Sigurd Bergmann offers a sweeping, almost cinematic view of Rogaland’s open countryside as it transitions into early autumn. The foreground is alive with golden grasses and sun-drenched heather, painted with a rhythmic pulse that moves your eye gently across the page. Above it all, a sky of grand, rolling clouds commands attention — vast and full of movement, yet soft and benevolent.

There’s a sense of openness and freedom here, typical of the Rogaland terrain, where the land stretches toward a horizon of low hills bathed in cooler greens and blues. Sigurd captures not just a place, but the feeling of standing still in an endless field, the breeze brushing past, the sky humming above you. It’s the kind of landscape that speaks of quiet solitude, of being small in something wide and wonderful.

This is one of those rare works where both sky and earth breathe equally — grounded, yet light as air.

Rogalandsnatur i september
Translation: Rogaland Landscape in September
Artist: Sigurd Bergmann
Year: 1997
Medium: Watercolour on textured paper

In Rogalandsnatur i september, Sigurd Bergmann offers a sweeping, almost cinematic view of Rogaland’s open countryside as it transitions into early autumn. The foreground is alive with golden grasses and sun-drenched heather, painted with a rhythmic pulse that moves your eye gently across the page. Above it all, a sky of grand, rolling clouds commands attention — vast and full of movement, yet soft and benevolent.

There’s a sense of openness and freedom here, typical of the Rogaland terrain, where the land stretches toward a horizon of low hills bathed in cooler greens and blues. Sigurd captures not just a place, but the feeling of standing still in an endless field, the breeze brushing past, the sky humming above you. It’s the kind of landscape that speaks of quiet solitude, of being small in something wide and wonderful.

This is one of those rare works where both sky and earth breathe equally — grounded, yet light as air.