Echoes of the Season
BYAMBAJARGAL
40 x 50 cm
Oil on canvas (Framed)
2024
In this painting of a Mongolian nomad's encampment in autumn, early snow drifts over the last green pastures near the river, itself soon to be frozen over.
The wise herder has chosen the spot for his winter stable well, in the shelter of a mountain and protected from wintery blasts by a bulwark of trees and brush.
A reminder that we, too, must choose carefully where to abide, if we are to thrive during the harsh seasons of life.
Curator’s note:
The painting was done at the turn of the season; Byambajargal travelled in his van to a remote spot 500km from Ulaanbaatar to capture the colours of a Mongolian autumn. The picture and theme call to mind the words of the song:
A mighty fortress is our God
A bulwark never failing
Our Helper He amid the flood
Of mortal ills prevailing
BYAMBAJARGAL
40 x 50 cm
Oil on canvas (Framed)
2024
In this painting of a Mongolian nomad's encampment in autumn, early snow drifts over the last green pastures near the river, itself soon to be frozen over.
The wise herder has chosen the spot for his winter stable well, in the shelter of a mountain and protected from wintery blasts by a bulwark of trees and brush.
A reminder that we, too, must choose carefully where to abide, if we are to thrive during the harsh seasons of life.
Curator’s note:
The painting was done at the turn of the season; Byambajargal travelled in his van to a remote spot 500km from Ulaanbaatar to capture the colours of a Mongolian autumn. The picture and theme call to mind the words of the song:
A mighty fortress is our God
A bulwark never failing
Our Helper He amid the flood
Of mortal ills prevailing
BYAMBAJARGAL
40 x 50 cm
Oil on canvas (Framed)
2024
In this painting of a Mongolian nomad's encampment in autumn, early snow drifts over the last green pastures near the river, itself soon to be frozen over.
The wise herder has chosen the spot for his winter stable well, in the shelter of a mountain and protected from wintery blasts by a bulwark of trees and brush.
A reminder that we, too, must choose carefully where to abide, if we are to thrive during the harsh seasons of life.
Curator’s note:
The painting was done at the turn of the season; Byambajargal travelled in his van to a remote spot 500km from Ulaanbaatar to capture the colours of a Mongolian autumn. The picture and theme call to mind the words of the song:
A mighty fortress is our God
A bulwark never failing
Our Helper He amid the flood
Of mortal ills prevailing
