White dust covers the ground cascading down the mountains. The bare bones of winter reveal what is in the distance. Although the trees are bare, they aren’t dead, they are very much alive. They are patiently awaiting spring when new life comes.

We have this hope in our hearts, that new life will come. What we know as beautiful cannot compare to what is ahead.

‘Wrong will be right, when Aslan comes in sight, At the sound of his roar, sorrows will be no more When he bares his teeth, winter meets its death, And when he shakes his mane, we shall have spring again.’ - C.S. Lewis

Printed on thick + soft quality paper by a large-scale professional printer and then hand-cut in the studio. This artwork is flat, not stretched, and will arrive cut and ready to be framed.

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Please allow some time for the local printer to create your print; it should arrive between 6-12 days.