Golden hills undulate like velvet across the canvas, their curves folding gently toward the serpentine bend of the Goodradigbee River. The water glints a deep, surprising blue—mirroring a cloudless sky and carving contrast through the parched ochre landscape. Scattered eucalypts and pockets of shadow hint at the rugged terrain beyond, while a few quiet sheep graze in the foreground, grounding the scene in the rhythm of rural life. This is Wee Jasper not as a postcard, but as it feels: vast, quiet, sunbaked, and utterly timeless.
Medium: Oil on Canvas
Frame: No
Dimension (cm): 61 × 50.5
Edge: Yes
Stretcher: Thin
Golden hills undulate like velvet across the canvas, their curves folding gently toward the serpentine bend of the Goodradigbee River. The water glints a deep, surprising blue—mirroring a cloudless sky and carving contrast through the parched ochre landscape. Scattered eucalypts and pockets of shadow hint at the rugged terrain beyond, while a few quiet sheep graze in the foreground, grounding the scene in the rhythm of rural life. This is Wee Jasper not as a postcard, but as it feels: vast, quiet, sunbaked, and utterly timeless.
Medium: Oil on Canvas
Frame: No
Dimension (cm): 61 × 50.5
Edge: Yes
Stretcher: Thin
