Winter-Time Robert Louis Stevenson "Late lies the wintry sun a-bed, A frosty, fiery sleepy-head; Blinks but an hour or two; and then, A blood-red orange, sets again.   Before the stars have left the skies, At morning in the dark I rise; And shivering in my nakedness, By the cold candle, bathe and dress.   Close by the jolly fire I sit To warm my frozen bones a bit; Or with a reindeer-sled, explore The colder countries round the door.   When to go out, my nurse doth wrap Me in

A captivating winter landscape graced by towering trees, snow-capped mountains, and a serene moonrise on the horizon, painting a picture of enchanting serenity "Frozen Winter" watercolor

In the winter I love the flurries of snow. There’s a magic in the air. When you open your eyes and look around, there’s beauty everywhere. "Frozeen winter" -acrylic on canvas "Winter everywhere" Acrylic on canvas "Beautiful winter" Acrylic on canvas 40/50 cm

In a tiny glowing world, little creatures and fairies prepare for magical nights filled withlight, kindness, and quiet wonder. When the world glows with twinkling lights and the air turns crisp with the scent of pine, something magical begins to stir. Hidden beneath holly leaves, among snow-tipped toadstools, and beside flickering fairy cottages, the Fairies of Christmas awaken. "The game of the iles" Acrylic on canvas,120/70 cm A dear friend asked me one day to reproduse a