Oil on canvas, stretched and ready to hang.
Signed on the front.
When I see crabapple tree it always takes me back to my childhood: my grandmother had yellow crabapple tree in her garden and she used to make jam with whole apples, it was not just very yummy , it was work of art: all those little golden tiny apples with the long delicate stems still attached to it in a golden syrup as if its floating in jar filled with sunshine.