Create Your First Project
Start adding your projects to your portfolio. Click on "Manage Projects" to get started
Fight
Medium
Soft pastel
Date
2025
Description
There’s a soft tension in the air, a quiet struggle between what is hidden and what is revealed. At the center of it all, the church stands—bathed in the last light of day, its form gentle in the soft sunlight that fights its way through the grayness of the season. The light is quiet, not demanding, but enough to cast a glow through the windows, spilling out onto the snow below. It is a presence that feels like a promise, a warmth that refuses to be forgotten even in the darkest of times.
On either side of the church, dark trees stand in silence. Their twisted branches seem to hold something back—something they refuse to let the light touch. The shadows they cast stretch long, creeping into the space where the light tries to break through. But there is no stillness in these shadows; they seem to pulse, to gather strength, as if they are waiting for something.
And yet, even in the darkness, the light finds its way. It slips through the trees on the right, a thin line of warmth that brushes the ground. The light doesn’t fight; it doesn’t demand space. It simply appears, like a quiet offering, a reminder that the dark can never fully claim the world. It flickers, hesitant, yet constant.
The church, though distant, holds that light, both fragile and fierce. The soft glow streaming through its windows speaks of something that endures, even when the world around it feels heavy with shadow. It is not a triumphant light, but a humble one, as if it understands the shadows and does not seek to banish them, but simply to exist alongside them. To let the dark hold its place, and yet, quietly insist that it will not be forgotten.
There is something quietly hopeful in this, not in a grand, sweeping sense, but in the small, persistent glow that survives. It’s a light that doesn’t push against the dark, but lets it be, finding its own way through, knowing that it need not overpower to be real.
In this moment, there is no victory, only the quiet, humble coexistence of both light and shadow. And in that balance, there is something both tender and deeply honest—a reminder that, even in the harshest winters, even in the darkest times, the light is always there. Not always loud, but always present, and always quietly enduring.
Size
30cm x 21cm
