I've never been a big fan of winter. To start, it's bitterly cold, it's darker longer than it's light out and I don't really care much for snow (odd to say given I've lived in the Great White North my entire life). Subsequently, most of my personal illustration projects revolve around my love of the fair weather months and my time playing in the mountains.
For this project, I decided to get over myself and embrace the challenge of illustrating winter. Have to say (although it's hard to admit), this was a blast to complete. I'm really glad I tackled something outside of my comfort zone. To mix things up a touch and add a bit of a narrative to the illustration, I included a snowmobile and some foot prints that lead off the edge of the painting. Is the rider off exploring on foot or has he made a fatal mistake in crossing the ice?