Long ago, in a land where the mountains breathed mist and the rivers sang to the stars, there stood a glacier — ancient and wise. It held within it the whispers of time, echoing stories of the Earth’s earliest days. Its heart beat slow and steady, a rhythm that resonated through the stones beneath it and the clouds above.

"Echoes of the Glacier" captures the moment the glacier began to speak — not in words, but in colors and textures. Shades of icy teal and deep indigo flow downward like ancient meltwater, eroding and revealing layers of time. Rust-colored flecks suggest traces of iron-rich rock, eroded from the mountain's veins, while the soft whites and greys evoke the dense, cold silence of eternal ice.

If you look closely, you might see faint silhouettes hidden in the layers — not figures exactly, but impressions. Memories. Of wandering caribou, ancient travelers, and forgotten storms. All sealed in a frozen heartbeat and released slowly, like breath, into the world again.

This painting isn’t just an image. It’s a relic — a dreamscape that remembers what the world has forgotten.