Soft pastel

2025

In the midst of the snowstorm, the world is enveloped in magic. Snowflakes swirl in every direction, drifting like whispers from the universe itself, each one unique and fleeting. The air feels alive, as if time slows and the boundaries between sky and earth dissolve, leaving us in a world where everything is suspended in the soft chaos of the storm.

This is not just a storm—it is an intricate dance, a movement of frozen fragments falling from above, as though the very fabric of the universe is being unraveled and remade in real time. The wind carries the snowflakes with it, weaving through the air in an endless rhythm, creating a scene that feels both wild and serene, unpredictable and full of quiet beauty.

In the swirling of snow, there is a soft kind of stillness, as if the world has been paused in a moment of wonder. The storm wraps everything in its cool embrace, coating the world in a layer of white that seems both infinite and fleeting. Each snowflake is a part of the whole, a part of a larger mystery that only the storm seems to understand. The cold air is alive with possibility, and the landscape becomes a dream of soft, gentle chaos, where magic exists in the most unexpected places.

There is something profound in the way the snowflakes fall, as if the universe is writing its own quiet poem, one tiny flake at a time. It’s a reminder that even in moments of tumult, there is beauty to be found in the dance of the elements. The snowstorm is both a force of nature and a story told in fragments, where each flake is part of the greater magic unfolding before our eyes.

32.4cm x 25.3cm