The Taralga Hotel stands firm and dignified, its sandstone base grounding the building with a sense of permanence while the soft yellow façade above catches the afternoon light. The symmetry of its white balconies and shuttered windows hints at colonial order, while the weathered stone below speaks of age, endurance, and countless stories passing through its doors. The wide steps, leading directly to the road, seem to invite the traveller inside, offering a pause in the long sweep of country roads. It is both landmark and refuge, a quiet emblem of rural life where history and hospitality meet.
Medium: Oil on Canvas
Frame: No
Dimension (cm): 50 × 40
Edge: No
Stretcher: Thin
The Taralga Hotel stands firm and dignified, its sandstone base grounding the building with a sense of permanence while the soft yellow façade above catches the afternoon light. The symmetry of its white balconies and shuttered windows hints at colonial order, while the weathered stone below speaks of age, endurance, and countless stories passing through its doors. The wide steps, leading directly to the road, seem to invite the traveller inside, offering a pause in the long sweep of country roads. It is both landmark and refuge, a quiet emblem of rural life where history and hospitality meet.
Medium: Oil on Canvas
Frame: No
Dimension (cm): 50 × 40
Edge: No
Stretcher: Thin
