Oil on canvas, stretched and ready to hang.

Signed on the front.

I am one of four children. Every summer Mum and Dad crammed us into the car and headed south to spend a week in the Snowy Mountains. We were never able to go in winter and the sight of leftover snow pockets in the mountain caps left us beyond excited. Even if it was only a patch 3-4 metres wide. :) Swaying on the chairlift, legs dangling, we would reach the top and leap off madly running towards the white blobs. Being there in winter represents a luxury that wasn’t possibly in my childhood. I have recreated this scene without a reference as my precious memories don’t need photographs to recall the beautiful landscape of the Snowies. This artwork is unframed waiting for your personal touch.