25,6x54 cm ~ Картина, Акварель
The watercolor captures a bright, frosty winter noon. Scattered across the snow are fruits — pears, quinces, and plums — as if nature itself had dropped them carelessly, yet gently. They are half-buried in the soft, powdery snow, their rounded forms peeking out from the white surface like forgotten treasures.
The snow glistens under the sharp midday sun, every crystal sparkling with light. From each fruit stretches a deep, luminous blue shadow — so vivid it seems painted not with pigment, but with light itself. The pears are soft yellow, their skin smooth and warm against the cold. The quinces are golden and matte, firm and solid. The plums, with their dark, velvety skins, are tinged with frost, their purple hues glowing subtly against the snow.
Despite the biting cold, the painting radiates warmth — not physical, but quiet and inner. There is a sense of life preserved in the fruits, of sunlight captured and held in their flesh. This still life is a meditation on purity, on the stillness of nature in winter. It speaks of clarity, silence, and the subtle warmth that endures even in the coldest light.
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Воспроизводство, Печать на холсте, Тиснение по металлу