Original artwork description:

There’s a silence here that feels almost sacred — the kind that makes you stop and listen to the frost itself. The birches stand like keepers of memory, their white trunks reflecting the pale winter light, while the river dreams beneath a thin layer of ice. You can almost feel the crisp air, the quiet breath of the world between day and night. This painting holds that fragile stillness — a moment of peace that asks for nothing, only to be seen.

Materials used:

oil painting on canvas stretched

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