Standing from under the glare of the sun, I could look out towards a tree in the distance, where possibly rooks nest. Between myself and the tree, over fallen silver birches, stretched a meadow full with high grasses. Above, blue sky is dashed with grey clouds which soon disperse, inevitable towards the end of a British summer, yet captured here plen-air one morning for you to see.
Painted in oils with a palette knife creating lots of depth.
Carefully packed, insured and tracked.
With Certificate of authenticity.