Original artwork description:

Forests and mountains, covered with a generous layer of snow flakes sometimes silent...
At this time of year, birds do not sing, streams and rivers do not murmur, beetles do not make noise.

On the ground evenly spread soft silver cloth, and from the sky, whirling in the dance, slowly fall large snowflakes.

But sometimes, in the absence of bystanders, Winter sings.
Her singing defies description or comparison...
Magic snow silver it pours out a soft, lingering melody, like the playing of a hundred refined violins in the hands of ancient masters, while the wind, fingering the snow-covered branches of trees, accompanies.

Winter sings not with his voice, but with all his nature and in this song there is everything: hope and calm, at the same time with a whirlwind of emotions; strength, mystery and longing.
The song, like thin silver threads, envelops the whole world, spreading magic everywhere. It's amazing.

And then it seems to us that the world around has become a little brighter, livelier, kinder.... And happier..

Materials used:

Acrilyc, Silver foil

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