Oil on canvas, stretched and ready to hang.
Signed on the back.
When I ask Queenslanders what they miss when living elsewhere a common response is thunderstorms and mango trees.
Mango trees are never static they move with the seasons. Sometimes a monolithic green, other times splotched with maroon and flashes of lime green new growth.
Sanctuary can be sought beneath their ample limbs. Although they offer you refuge from sun, they harbour vampires. Either the vegan vampires/fruit flies whose issue maggot the flesh of fruit or the more conventional vampire and connoisseurs of human flesh the mosquito.