Olieverf 50×70, op linnen
“His gaze is winter itself — beautiful, unyielding, and impossible to escape. Every stripe is a story written in frost, every breath a whisper of the wild. He does not roar to command respect; the silence in his eyes is enough to make the world hold still.“
Olieverf 50×70, op linnen
“His gaze is winter itself — beautiful, unyielding, and impossible to escape. Every stripe is a story written in frost, every breath a whisper of the wild. He does not roar to command respect; the silence in his eyes is enough to make the world hold still.“
