Evening in the mountains 1932

Martiros Sarian painted “Evening in the Mountains” using oils, creating a landscape of ochre hills beneath a twilight sky. I can almost see him, squinting at the scene, loading his brush, and dragging it across the canvas in broad strokes. The painting feels immediate, like a direct transcription of a felt experience. The hills rise and fall in rhythmic waves, a testament to the earth’s patient sculpting over millennia. Touches of green and red peek through, suggesting hidden meadows and sun-baked earth. Then these dark lines cutting through the hills. Are they shadows, or the edges of forms? Sarian, like many painters, invites us to contemplate not just what we see, but how we see. He's part of this ongoing conversation, a visual dialogue that spans centuries. His brushstrokes echo those of the past while paving the way for future artistic explorations. Each mark is a testament to the power of paint to convey feeling, to capture a fleeting moment, and to share a vision.