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