Painting description

The canvas is immersed in cold blues and aquamarine, with a muted ochre only flickering in the background. On the left rise the sharp triangles of buried cottages, on the right, faint birches and a dark forest. The broad composition leaves a breath, in the center empty snow and three blurred silhouettes. The brushstrokes are dense, at times impasto, and the contours are blurred as if by mist. The atmosphere is quiet, almost hushed. I feel cold and tenderness at once, like a memory of a winter from years past. This cottage looks like a large triangle, and people are walking. The style balances between impressionism and expression, creating a controlled chaos of edges. The landscape is real, a bit rough, and raises the question of whether this is a return home or a distant dream. I hear only a whisper of silence, truly.