Original artwork description:

We keep climbing higher, as if the answer is up there.
As if around the next ridge, something will finally explain why all of this exists.
But the peaks stay silent. The stars remain cold.
And in that silence, you start to understand — not everything needs a meaning.
Sometimes, the act of moving through the void is the only thing that’s truly real.
Everything else is just a reflection in frozen glass.

Materials used:

Oil, canvas, oil, frame

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