The smart white fox weaving through snowfall, POW3RSNOW moves with grace and cunning through a world growing colder and louder.

Eyes sharp, instincts sharper — scanning the horizon for both danger and opportunity.
With stealth and sound, it adapts — not to survive, but to outthink. To outmaneuver.
Each set is a response to the landscape — fluid, fearless, alive.

In the stillness of winter, the fox thrives.
And so does the sound.

The artist POWD3RSNOW gazes into the mirror of technology, where MONSR3DMOp stares back—echoing the cries of a planet under pressure. Their conversation unfolds through sound: The Wayfaring Price of Power, and Pale Blue Dot.

Nature once determined how we survive.

Now, WE determine how nature survives.