Acrylic, silver foil, canvas 50*70 cm «White and silver». In winter it’s especially beautiful when everything is covered with silvery-silvery frost.
Not golden — truly silver.
Even the sun shines differently on such days: cold, clean, without warmth, and because of that everything around begins to glow.

The snow reflects the light so intensely that white no longer looks white beside it.
A white horse suddenly takes on a blue tint — because it is not snow, it is alive.
That blue is born not from paint, but from comparison, from contrast, from light.

I’ve always felt that winter is the time when color becomes more honest.
When nothing hides behind warmth.
When even silence has its own shade.

This contrast — between the snow and what appears “not quite white” against it —
is the moment of beauty.
Fragile, cold, radiant.
The kind you can’t look away from.