Mixed Media on stretched canvas, ready to hang.

Signed on the front.

We’d sit in the water apple tree out the front, talking and laughing. We didn’t call them water apples though. They were Ero’s we’d eat ‘em till our bellies were full or all the ripe ones were gone, whichever came first. My Ata (grandfather) planted that tree from seeds from Mer and its seeds had dispersed around the neighbourhood. Once, we sold a white plastic bag full of Ero’s to the old fulla across the road. Not sure how much we charged for them but he paid and took the whole bag, even though he had his own water apple tree in his front yard…