The trunk rises pale against the darker forest, its surface marked by age and weather rather than ornament. Subtle shifts of colour — soft greys, creams, and hints of pink — move through the bark, catching the light where it filters down through the canopy.
Around it, the bush closes in, dense and layered, the greens deepening as the eye moves back into shadow. The mountain ash stands distinct without asserting itself, shaped by the same forces that surround it.
This is a study of quiet resilience — a tree holding its place over time, defined not by spectacle, but by presence.
Medium: Oil on Canvas
Frame: No
Dimension (cm): 40 × 30
Edge: No
Stretcher: Thin
The trunk rises pale against the darker forest, its surface marked by age and weather rather than ornament. Subtle shifts of colour — soft greys, creams, and hints of pink — move through the bark, catching the light where it filters down through the canopy.
Around it, the bush closes in, dense and layered, the greens deepening as the eye moves back into shadow. The mountain ash stands distinct without asserting itself, shaped by the same forces that surround it.
This is a study of quiet resilience — a tree holding its place over time, defined not by spectacle, but by presence.
Medium: Oil on Canvas
Frame: No
Dimension (cm): 40 × 30
Edge: No
Stretcher: Thin
