Fox In Winter Frost
This painting began with the feeling of winter at its most hushed—when the earth is covered in frost, the light is thin and golden, and every living thing seems to move inside a world of breath, silence, and instinct. I was drawn to the wide stillness of the snowy field and the line of bare trees standing against the cold blue sky, but what gave the scene its pulse was the small fox moving quietly through it, almost as if it belonged to the land in a deeper way than anything else.