
John Bernhardt (1921–1963)
THROUGHOUT HIS RICHLY CREATIVE LIFE, John Bernhardt sought out the “bones” and the “skeletons” of all things, whether they had to do with people, paint, machines, ideas, or his own complex relationship to his environment. In the still hour of the night, when most people are too tired to think, he pondered heavily on the nature of things, their reality and their meaning. He never stopped marvelling at life, probing beneath the skim of superficial acceptability and appearances. His intellectual curiosity was as insatiable as it was perceptive; and he had no false illusions about his profound