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In the quiet of winter
Medium
Soft pastel
Date
2025
Description
In the quiet of winter, the world feels suspended in time, as if the earth itself is holding its breath beneath the soft, pale glow of a pink sunset. The snow, untouched and still, mirrors the sky's tender hues, glowing softly with the quiet warmth of a fleeting moment. There is no rush in the air, only a hushed embrace, as the light begins to fade, leaving behind a lingering glow, delicate and profound.
Far off, nestled at the edge of the hill, the church stands, bathed in the pink light of the dying day. Its stone, quiet and weathered, catches the last of the sun’s embrace, its soft pink hue a quiet echo of the sunset above. The church does not call out—it simply exists, standing as a quiet witness to the world’s shifting rhythms, its presence a gentle reminder of things both distant and close. It is not a place of grandeur, but one of quiet reverence, a reflection of the peace found in the spaces between breaths, where dreams are whispered in the silence.
The blue sky, clear and cold, stretches endlessly above, but there is nothing harsh in its expanse. Instead, it feels infinite, as if the world could go on forever, holding its beauty in the delicate, fleeting light of this moment. The pink sunset reflected on the snow is not a blaze, but a soft murmur, an echo of something deeper, something that lingers in the quiet spaces between what is seen and what is felt.
This scene, with its quiet, fading light, is not one of overwhelming beauty, but of something far more subtle. It speaks not of grand gestures, but of a gentler kind of longing—a hope held not in the bright, bold hues, but in the quiet spaces, in the soft pastel glow that comes with the knowing that some things are simply meant to be cherished in their quiet, fleeting moments.
The church on the hill, though distant, seems to speak of a quiet hope—a hope that does not demand, but simply exists, standing still and patient in the fading light. It does not reach out, but remains steadfast, as if waiting for something that will come when the time is right, in its own quiet moment.
Size
30.5cm x 21cm
