Brown hill

Brown recluse hill in the foreground. Its slope marks the first line of the horizon, as it were. And behind this line the irregular, convoluted contours of the mountain peaks. We say of such mountains that they are still “young”. Although the measure by which we count their age is not years, millions of years. No glacier has smoothed them out. They rose at a time when the earth’s crust was unsettled, underground eruptions were shaping the earth’s surface. These processes left us with mountain chains. Nature developed them, planted plants, and invited animals. Although still bare rocky peaks, they are unfriendly to life. Only birds squat on them. Or man tries to climb them – overcoming his limitations. This incorrigible creature refuses to submit to the laws of nature. The slope in the foreground belongs to the zone of life. Its brown color is the color of autumn plants preparing for their winter sleep. This drawing tells the story of two environments. We belong to the one in the foreground with its brown aesthetic and we want to stay there. And yet, the extraordinary beauty of the harsh landscape attracts us, hints that there is a boundary between life and its absence.