A suspended breath. The night slowly fades, giving way to a fragile dawn, as if whispered by the cold.
In this pristine scene, a solitary beech tree stands watch, draped in frost, a silent witness to a forest frozen by the frost. At its feet, the motionless snow embraces the blue morning light, while the first glimmers caress the still-icy ridge.
It was twenty below zero. And yet, in this bitter winter, everything radiates a profound peace. Vincent Favre captures here the essence of winter silence—the silence that reveals beauty in stillness, warmth in purity.
A work that whispers the poetry of the great cold.
🔹 Edition: limited to 13 copies 🔹 Print: fine art, numbered and signed by the artist
