the colours of silence
One autumn day, an artist came to a village high in the Swiss mountains. She spent her days exploring the local landscape and was drawn to the stillness and silence of the mountains. She would sit for hours on end, observing the play of light and shadows on the peaks.
As she watched, she began to notice something extraordinary. The silence around her was not really silent at all. It was alive with colours that danced and swirled around her in a symphony of hues.
The artist was mesmerized by this discovery. She spent hours every day, capturing the colours of silence on her canvas.
She decided to settle in the village. The locals would gather around her in the evenings, listening to her stories and marvelling at the paintings she created.
Her work became a part of the village's folklore. It spoke of the beauty that lies in stillness and the calm to be found in quietude.
Painting by Pigment
the colours of silence
One autumn day, an artist came to a village high in the Swiss mountains. She spent her days exploring the local landscape and was drawn to the stillness and silence of the mountains. She would sit for hours on end, observing the play of light and shadows on the peaks.
As she watched, she began to notice something extraordinary. The silence around her was not really silent at all. It was alive with colours that danced and swirled around her in a symphony of hues.
The artist was mesmerized by this discovery. She spent hours every day, capturing the colours of silence on her canvas.
She decided to settle in the village. The locals would gather around her in the evenings, listening to her stories and marvelling at the paintings she created.
Her work became a part of the village's folklore. It spoke of the beauty that lies in stillness and the calm to be found in quietude.
Painting by Pigment