I painted this after a day when the snow was falling so softly it felt like the mountain was whispering secrets. The abstract forms emerged as I tried to capture not just what I saw, but what I felt - the quiet conversations between wind and snow, the gentle murmur of skis on powder, the way winter speaks in colors and textures rather than words.
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