Oil on canvas, stretched and ready to hang.

Signed on the front.

Once I visited a woman I didn't know for a purposed I've long forgotten, but the image of her descending the steps of her old Queenslander surrounded by a yapping, frothing wave of little fluffy white dogs has remained with me. Years later, when I was painting a series of pictures based on photographs of my great-aunts, I turned the dogs into flowers for no particularly good reason, but I can still hear them barking when I look at the painting. It is one I've always particularly liked, which may be why I seldom exhibited it. But now, here it is for you to purchase!