Tina Bell Vance

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Midwinter of the Spirit

A chaotic blend of surrealism and darkness. A tree's skeletal branches reach into the icy void, and beneath them lies an ambiguous scene of fragmented light and shadow. The snow swirls as if painted on a broken windowpane. Something stirs within the shadows—unseen but undeniably present. This is a place where spirits tread lightly, fearing the secrets that sleep beneath the snow.

Signs of Life — Midwinter of the Spirit

A chaotic blend of surrealism and darkness. A tree's skeletal branches reach into the icy void, and beneath them lies an ambiguous scene of fragmented light and shadow. The snow swirls as if painted on a broken windowpane. Something stirs within the shadows—unseen but undeniably present. This is a place where spirits tread lightly, fearing the secrets that sleep beneath the snow.