





Looking West over Narrengullen
Beneath a vast, cloudless sky, the ochre folds of the landscape stretch endlessly westward. The golden grasslands roll gently into a band of deep shadow, where dense trees hug the valley floor. Beyond them, sunlit hills rise once more, their faces streaked with the cool purples and blues of late afternoon light. In the foreground, a lone cow and calf pause mid-step, dwarfed by the expanse around them. A leafless tree stands sentinel on the right—a quiet symbol of endurance in a place shaped by time, wind, and sun. This is a portrait of space and stillness, of the deep breath that is rural New South Wales.
Medium: Oil on Canvas
Frame: No
Dimension (cm): 61 × 46
Edge: Yes
Stretcher: Thin
Beneath a vast, cloudless sky, the ochre folds of the landscape stretch endlessly westward. The golden grasslands roll gently into a band of deep shadow, where dense trees hug the valley floor. Beyond them, sunlit hills rise once more, their faces streaked with the cool purples and blues of late afternoon light. In the foreground, a lone cow and calf pause mid-step, dwarfed by the expanse around them. A leafless tree stands sentinel on the right—a quiet symbol of endurance in a place shaped by time, wind, and sun. This is a portrait of space and stillness, of the deep breath that is rural New South Wales.
Medium: Oil on Canvas
Frame: No
Dimension (cm): 61 × 46
Edge: Yes
Stretcher: Thin