When I grew up in Africa, gifts at Christmas were different to what they are today. I remember one Christmas my father gave my mother a cow which she name Flora.
This image was painted from a memory I have of when my father made a high swing as a surprise for Christmas. It went really high and you felt as though you were flying through the sky. The sunsets were glorious so I have combined the joy of swinging and the memory of one of those 'painted' skies.
Acrylic on canvas