80 × 120 cm, acrylic on canvas, 2025
There is a stillness to Snow Flakes that feels like breath held in the cold. A woman stands at the edge of a mountain path, her scarf lifted by an unseen wind, a lone dog waiting ahead. The scene is bathed entirely in shades of blue and white—each tone a memory, each brushstroke a heartbeat from the artist’s own alpine winters.
The mountains rise like silent witnesses. The curve of the path, the simplicity of the forms, and the restrained palette echo both intimacy and vastness—inviting the collector to step inside a world where time slows and details sharpen.
This is not just a painting—it is an atmosphere you can own. The blue will cool your walls, the silence will fill your rooms, and the story will become part of your own.
80 × 120 cm, acrylic on canvas, 2025
There is a stillness to Snow Flakes that feels like breath held in the cold. A woman stands at the edge of a mountain path, her scarf lifted by an unseen wind, a lone dog waiting ahead. The scene is bathed entirely in shades of blue and white—each tone a memory, each brushstroke a heartbeat from the artist’s own alpine winters.
The mountains rise like silent witnesses. The curve of the path, the simplicity of the forms, and the restrained palette echo both intimacy and vastness—inviting the collector to step inside a world where time slows and details sharpen.
This is not just a painting—it is an atmosphere you can own. The blue will cool your walls, the silence will fill your rooms, and the story will become part of your own.