The ruler of the Rhone Valley

The artwork story

At the edge of the Rhone Valley, the rocky spire rises like a silent colossus, unimpressed by the gnawing of time. The first embrace of winter settles gently over its craggy shoulders, covering it with a delicate cloak of white. In this silent embrace of nature, the mountain looks like a guardian watching over the land, while the clouds wind around its peak and color the sky a melancholy gray.

The rock faces, rugged and forbidding, bear the scars of centuries. They tell stories of untamed winds that beat relentlessly against the steep slopes and of the harsh winters that leave the land in a cold torpor. But in this harsh wildness lies a magical attraction that captivates the eye and lifts the heart. The mountain, just below the magical three-thousand-meter mark, is a monument to nature that reveals its splendour and power in black and white - an abstract composition of light and shadow.