A hush lingers over this scene like a memory preserved in glass. The frozen lake doesn’t just reflect trees—it reflects absence, softness, and a quiet kind of power. Every brush of blue whispers cold, but never harsh; distant mountains dissolve into the horizon like forgotten stories told in snow.
The branches—light as breath—press gently into the silence, suggesting both life paused and time stretching out. There’s no drama here. No need. Only presence. Echoes Beneath the Ice captures what most overlook: the stillness between moments, the sacred hush after snowfall, the soul of winter without its sharpness.
This piece doesn’t beg for attention—it rewards attention. And once it has yours, it won’t let go.
12”x 9” Watercolor on Paper
Original available for purchase.
A hush lingers over this scene like a memory preserved in glass. The frozen lake doesn’t just reflect trees—it reflects absence, softness, and a quiet kind of power. Every brush of blue whispers cold, but never harsh; distant mountains dissolve into the horizon like forgotten stories told in snow.
The branches—light as breath—press gently into the silence, suggesting both life paused and time stretching out. There’s no drama here. No need. Only presence. Echoes Beneath the Ice captures what most overlook: the stillness between moments, the sacred hush after snowfall, the soul of winter without its sharpness.
This piece doesn’t beg for attention—it rewards attention. And once it has yours, it won’t let go.
12”x 9” Watercolor on Paper
Original available for purchase.
