Hill 1976

Horia Bernea made this painting, Hill, with a mosaic of touches, an accumulation of gestures that build up the terrain. I imagine him, brush in hand, carefully placing each dab of color, building up the fields and sky. I wonder if Bernea felt a kinship with those haystacks, those quiet observers of the changing seasons. There’s a stillness in those forms, a solid presence that anchors the landscape. Look at the way the light hits the green hill in the center – it's like a breath of fresh air, a moment of clarity amidst the textured surface. This painting reminds me of other artists who found inspiration in the land, who used the act of painting to connect with something larger than themselves. It’s all about how we experience the world, translating it into marks and colors, embracing the ambiguity, and finding meaning in the process.