Original painting by Kate Morgan RI.
Painting unframed | 84(h) x 59(w) cm
Painting framed | 104(h) x 79(w) cm
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A Description of the world behind Frost and Feathers:
Frost and Feathers is like a dream remembered rather than a place observed—a woodland suspended between seasons, where winter drifts gently through a garden that refuses to sleep.
At first glance, the scene is dense and intricate, almost overwhelming, yet it settles into a quiet harmony. Snow falls softly across everything, not as cold absence but as a unifying veil, stitching together flowers, animals, fountains, and trees. The palette is lush and unlikely for winter: jewel-toned berries, blushing roses, violets, and turquoise streams glow beneath the frost, as if the earth is breathing color through the cold.
In the foreground, two owls sit among an exuberant tangle of plants. Their round, dark eyes are calm and watchful, offering a sense of stillness and wisdom amid the riot of detail. They feel like guardians of the scene—creatures of dusk and silence—grounding the painting with their steady presence. Behind them, a hare rests alert but unafraid, ears lifted, poised between stillness and flight, embodying a quiet tension that animates the landscape.
The background unfolds in layers like a storybook panorama: frozen fountains, winding paths, distant buildings, and slender trees that rise like pale calligraphy against the sky. Birds lift from branches, foxes move through the undergrowth, and water curves through the land in soft, rhythmic lines. Every element seems interconnected, as though nature itself is engaged in a hushed conversation.
Stylistically, the work balances realism with ornament. Fine, naturalistic rendering of animals contrasts with decorative patterns, dotting, and stylized foliage. The result is both intimate and expansive—an world you could step into, but also a tapestry meant to be read slowly, detail by detail.
Overall, the painting evokes a sense of wonder and gentle magic. It suggests a world where winter is not an ending, but a pause—where life waits, watches, and quietly continues beneath the snow.
