Renata Bernal: Artwork and Insights

This blog is dedicated to philosophy and stories behind the artwork of Renata Bernal, a New York artist who has been creating fine art paintings, drawings, murals, and mixed media pieces for more than 50 years. We will also announce sales, exhibits, charitable donations and other special events related to the fine art of Renata Bernal.



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Early autumn 1945, West Germany, the American sector: Hof an der Saale.

Again there was no school. The reason for this - all Nazi propaganda had to be removed from textbooks and all teachers had to be retrained.  Once more, Guenter and I were free to play and to explore, within limits. Usually we went to an open area near our homes, because this was where the “GIs” played football. What a colorful game! The players wore outfits with huge shoulder pads and very solid looking helmets. Under spectator benches we often found cigarette butts, a great treasure. The tobacco freed from its casing and fluffed up would, when traded, earn us respect and also small rewards from older boys.

I was eight years old and Guenter was seven. 

 

This time we went to a park, also close to home.  We loved finding things and, as luck would have it, amongst the bushes and trees we found a scattering of balloons.  Pure joy!  After much debate we blew one up, the others we pocketed.  Back home we carefully arranged our treasure on a low bench, then we blew up a few more.  Filled with water, they became weapons we used against each other. We knotted the ends and played catch.  What a wonderful time! But then, out of nowhere , my mother appeared.  Her demeanor was glacial.  She walked over to me and slapped my face hard, both cheeks.  Guenter was sent home and I had to go inside as well.  For a long time I was puzzled.  I did not ask my mother anything - she was too angry.

(excerpt from an unpublished “flash” memoir, Shame, by Renata Bernal, 2008)