A lone rider makes his way across the rugged high country, framed by the ochre and violet folds of distant hills. The landscape is alive with contrasts—dark, tangled scrub, pale weathered boulders, and the stark bones of ghostly white trees pushing up from the earth like relics. Above, the sky opens into a pale expanse, vast and indifferent. The figure on horseback, small against the immensity, seems both part of the land and dwarfed by it, a fleeting presence in a place shaped by centuries of wind, fire, and endurance.
Medium: Oil on Canvas
Frame: No
Dimension (cm): 61 × 51
Edge: No
Stretcher: Fat
A lone rider makes his way across the rugged high country, framed by the ochre and violet folds of distant hills. The landscape is alive with contrasts—dark, tangled scrub, pale weathered boulders, and the stark bones of ghostly white trees pushing up from the earth like relics. Above, the sky opens into a pale expanse, vast and indifferent. The figure on horseback, small against the immensity, seems both part of the land and dwarfed by it, a fleeting presence in a place shaped by centuries of wind, fire, and endurance.
Medium: Oil on Canvas
Frame: No
Dimension (cm): 61 × 51
Edge: No
Stretcher: Fat
