Snow White And The Hundred Trees

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Snow White And The Hundred Trees

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Exclusive: 62×42 cm, Canson Arches Aquarelle Rag, black frame 1 cm, acrylic glass
Municipality: Couvet
District: Val-de-Travers
Canton: Neuchâtel
Country: Switzerland
Trees: European silver fir (Abies alba), European spruce (Picea abies)
Season: Winter
Month: January
Mood: Passionate and romantic
Colours: Black, grey, white

Depiction: In the heart of a stark January morning, a solitary fir tree stands as a sentinel. A world enveloped by an impenetrable shroud of winter fog emerges. The land, frozen in slumber, depicts a study in formless white. The thick mist almost engulfs the trees to the right of the lone fir. They appear as faint, ghostly outlines, mere whispers of their existence.
The pure snow which blankets the area creates a realm of peace. Winter’s embrace softens every contour and muffles every sound. White erases the boundaries between the ground and the sky. Its seamless expanse mirrors the snowy land. And it renders it impossible to distinguish where one ends and the other begins.
Within this monochromatic dreamscape, the horizon vanishes into obscurity. The enigmatic fog, which swallows it, creates an eerie yet peaceful scenery. The lone fir tree emerges as a stoic, enduring figure amidst the boundless white expanse. In Snow White And The Hundred Trees, the place dissolves into the timeless essence of winter.

A dreamlike, undecipherable void,
Infesting the thoughts of a paranoid.
Distorted silhouettes torment their mind,
Mostly wicked, unethical, and maligned.

Plagued by a deep psychological state,
Where nervousness and turmoil infiltrate.
This labyrinth of fear and suspicion,
Causing ruptures within the psyche’s condition.

Every whisper or scheme hints at a threat,
Emerging as a form of Baphomet.
Ambiguity mixed with mysticism,
Contradictory feelings spark dualism.

Yet within this vice, beauty may arise,
A sort of unconventional surprise.
In haunting forms, a strange snow-covered land,
Frozen, where Snow White and the hundred trees stand.

This enticing forest encased in ice,
Stirring dreams of a winter paradise.
Though pleasing, it carries isolation,
Fragility, a paranoid’s creation.

Snow White and the hundred trees, a rare bloom,
Unexpected and swift amidst the gloom.
Paranoia battles adversity,
Drawing strength from shades, clasping diversity.