Oil on canvas, stretched and ready to hang.
Signed on the front.
One of a series of paintings playing with Tasmanian landscape. The odd, sunlit hill in the middle of this painting really exists, just like that, on the River Clyde in the lower Midlands. It's called Goats Sugarloaf. Real landscapes are much more interesting than anything I could make up.
The figures come from a photograph my father took of his sister and their little cousin when he was but a lad. Of course, it's in black and white, but I had fun painting the red dress.