A tribute 'Wim Hof' - a figure shaped by cold, endurance, and deliberate discomfort. The eyes hold the clarity of someone who has met the edge of their limits and returned with discipline rather than despair. Frost-toned textures across the surface echo breath, winter, and resilience. The portrait honors the simple power of choosing strength through presence, and finding stillness inside the storm.
In the frost's embrace, a figure stands alone,
Carved of will, his spirit set in stone.
Wim Hof, the Iceman, a moniker well earned,
Through ridicule and doubt, respect he's turned.
His eyes, a challenge to the frigid air,
In the clasp of cold, he finds solace there.
A beard of frost, a testament to his claim,
In the biting chill, he whispers his name.
A mad genius, some have voiced in jest,
Yet in his madness, a truth confessed.
For in his veins, the ice runs clear,
A call to the wild that few dare to hear.
In the canvas of life, he paints with a shiver,
Each breath a stroke, each plunge, a river.
His mastery, a dance of mind over matter,
Disproving skeptics, their doubts now scatter.
From endotoxins to the power of will,
He showed the mind's strength, extraordinary skill.
Now etched in science, a truth once cloaked,
In the annals of medicine, his theory invoked.
100 x 100 cm / 39 x 39 in
