Soft pastel

2025

The winter forest breathes with a force that seems to shake the very air. The trees stand tall and resolute, their forms twisted and bold against the endless blue that consumes the landscape. Each branch stretches upward, carved by the cold, as if defying the elements, daring the bitter winds to push harder. There is a raw power here, an intensity in the way the trees fight against the unforgiving winter.

The strokes of pastel cut through the scene like a storm, vivid and urgent. The blue is deep, thick with emotion, capturing the fierce pulse of nature, untamed and wild. It’s as if the very air hums with the strength of the trees, each one distinct, yet part of something larger—a force larger than themselves, larger than everything. Every brushstroke burns with the energy of survival, with the quiet defiance of the forest to be, no matter how brutal the winter.

The cold hangs in the air, sharp and heavy, yet there is no fear in this. There is power, and there is fire within this frost. The forest may be chilled to its core, but it is alive with a force that refuses to be conquered. The trees, bent and contorted by the weight of the snow, are not fragile. They are warriors, pushing against the freezing winds, standing firm with the kind of grace only the harshest of winters can forge.

This is not a scene of calm. It is the clash of elements, the force of nature at its peak—undisturbed, unyielding. The blue strokes of the pastel are not gentle. They scream with the emotion of the season, the weight of the cold, the rush of the wind, the strength of the trees standing their ground.

In this forest, there is no retreat, no moment of rest. Every tree, every branch, every sliver of blue that swells through the scene is a testament to survival, to the burning need to exist in the face of the most brutal winter. It is beautiful in its rawness, a reminder of nature’s fierce, unstoppable will.

32cm x 24.8cm