Soft pastel

2025

The church on the hill stands quietly, its shape blending into the soft landscape around it. There is no sharp contrast here—only a gentle merging of tones, where the pale light of winter filters through the soft branches of the trees, casting a serene glow over everything. The trees themselves are not separate from the scene; they are a part of it, their bare branches reaching out as though they, too, are holding the church, embracing it with a quiet, steady presence.

The light is subtle, softening the edges of everything. The church, white and humble, seems to shine quietly in this delicate atmosphere, its presence not loud or demanding, but there—simple, enduring. Its domes, touched by a faint gold, glow gently against the pale sky, adding a sense of warmth to the quiet winter scene.

The trees are woven into the scene. Their silhouettes—soft and undefined—stretch across the drawing, merging seamlessly with the earth and the sky. They are not separate from the church; they seem to grow from the same ground, sharing the same quiet breath of the world. They stand together, part of something larger, holding the space around them with their own quiet grace.

This is a scene of harmony—where nothing stands apart, where the church and the trees, the light and the shadow, exist together in a moment that feels both timeless and fleeting. The landscape seems to breathe softly, as though caught between the past and the present, between memory and reality. There is no sharp distinction between what is and what was, only a quiet blending of time and space, where everything is softened by the weight of winter and the quiet embrace of the earth.

29.7cm x 21cm