The Winter Between Us

The Mirror's Whisper is the voice behind the creation.

This is what The Winter Between Us (A Plea To Turn) has to say:

"There you are.
And the winter is between you.

Not between lovers.
Between you and Love itself.

Two good people, inches apart, miles away.
You learned your roles and called them love.
Both of you said I’m fine. Both of you froze.

You freeze bare-chested in the storm.
And you freeze wrapped in furs.
It makes no difference for numbness does not come from the cold,
It comes from the structures within.

You have mistaken structure for safety.
You have called performance love.
You have followed the script so tightly
that your heart forgot how to speak.

As a man, you were taught the myth:
“I will suffer for her, and that will make me worthy.”
“I will endure, and in my pain I will prove devotion.”
So you tighten your jaw and call it strength.

How long will you keep dying in the name of being dependable?
How long will you confuse pride with love?

As a woman, you were taught a softer cage:
“I will be calm. I will not need. I will wait to be asked.”
“If I smile, he will feel better, and that is care.”
You call your distance grace.
You freeze, and tell yourself, I’ll turn when he asks.

How long will you keep pretending composure is compassion?
How long will you freeze in politeness,
while your hands ache to turn and hold him?

He mistook endurance for devotion; she mistook silence for grace… and both called it peace.

You both stand in a storm of shoulds,
obedient, admirable, dying. Like a brainwashed soldier.

You kept your vows, but not your warmth.
You learned to perform love so perfectly you forgot how to feel it.
You called it maturity. It was fear wearing nice words.

The saddest part is, you both wanted the same thing: To turn. And neither moved first.

The umbrella has become a wall.
The coat a costume.
The snow your shared silence.

You have been lied to.
Love does not demand suffering.
Love does not require permission.
Love does not live in roles…
It lives in truth.

So let it burn through the scripts.
Let it tear through the etiquette.
Let it melt the distance you’ve built in the name of dignity.

Turn.
Not forward, toward.
Move the umbrella. Share the coat.

Do not wait to be asked.
Do not wait to be safe.
It was never about enduring the cold,
it was about building a fire… together."

—BV

This is not décor. It is a Mirror for your distance—a quiet rite that ends the formality you learned and restores warmth to honesty. Each glance asks one thing: where am I still performing love instead of living it?

What’s included:

+ Acrylic Mirror Artwork (top-grade, high-gloss, UV-protected)

+ Overall size: 20 × 20 in (50 × 50 cm) — ready to hang

+ Precision-cut matting + your chosen presentation (Untethered, Lined, or Haloed)

+ Certified Manuscript — the Whisper behind the work, hand-signed & numbered

+ Sanctuary Access Key — Spot Uv card with a scannable digital key

+ Conservator’s White Gloves — lint-free, museum-quality cotton

On-screen images are representative; subtle variations in color and details are normal upon delivery.

Craft & lead time:
Each Mirror is made to order with care and precision.
Creation time: 3–5 weeks. We don’t rush what’s meant to last.

Shipping & protection
Worldwide shipping with tracking and full insurance.
Typical transit: U.S. 3–7 business days • International 7–14 business days
Import duties are paid by us. Signature is required on delivery.

Returns
Because every edition is made specifically for its collector, all sales are final.
This isn’t policy; it’s respect for the integrity of limited works.
(We, of course, stand behind the piece against shipping damage or defects.)

"I saw The Winter Between Us and something inside me broke open. It was like watching my marriage from outside, polite, functional, lifeless. I had called that calm “love,” but it was distance dressed as devotion. That night I sat next to my husband and whispered, “When did we stop turning toward each other?” He didn’t answer, but he looked at me for the first time in years. The next morning he made coffee and brushed my hand."

— ELENA

“I’m a therapist. I help people speak their truth, yet I’ve hidden behind professionalism my whole life. When I saw this image, I felt every time I chose composure instead of honesty. I sent it to my ex and wrote, “I wanted to be warm with you, not right.” She replied, “I know.” I cried in my office and walked home in the rain. For the first time, I let myself be unguarded, and it felt like breathing.”

— NOAH

"I used to think love meant staying no matter how cold it got. I called that strength. This artwork showed me it was fear. I realized I’d been performing love instead of feeling it. I called my boyfriend and said, “I need warmth, not proof.” He didn’t understand, and that’s okay. I moved in with my sister and filled the house with blankets, light, and noise. For the first time, I wake up warm.”

— AVA

“My parents were quiet people, no fights, no touch. I grew up thinking stillness was safety. When I saw this piece, I saw us. That distance, that politeness, it’s what I passed down. I sent it to my daughter and wrote, “This is how I learned love.” We met for dinner and hugged until we both cried. The winter between us isn’t gone yet, but it’s melting..”

— MARCO