Two riders make their way across a high ridge, small against the scale of the mountains that unfold behind them. The land falls away into deep valleys and layered ranges, each ridge fading into cooler blues beneath the open sky.
The rough foreground is built from thick strokes of green, ochre and stone, giving the terrain a physical, uneven weight. Against it, the riders become brief points of movement — human figures travelling through a landscape that feels much larger than them.
There is a sense of distance and quiet in the work, capturing both the isolation and freedom of moving through high country.
Medium: Oil on Canvas
Frame: No
Dimension (cm): —
Edge: No
Stretcher: Thin
Two riders make their way across a high ridge, small against the scale of the mountains that unfold behind them. The land falls away into deep valleys and layered ranges, each ridge fading into cooler blues beneath the open sky.
The rough foreground is built from thick strokes of green, ochre and stone, giving the terrain a physical, uneven weight. Against it, the riders become brief points of movement — human figures travelling through a landscape that feels much larger than them.
There is a sense of distance and quiet in the work, capturing both the isolation and freedom of moving through high country.
Medium: Oil on Canvas
Frame: No
Dimension (cm): —
Edge: No
Stretcher: Thin
