Acrylic on canvas, stretched and ready to hang.
Signed on the front.
The warmth of place, remembrance has its grace. As an infant during the winter season, I washed the burning fire blaze amber lit frescoes of dashing light upon the timber shack walls of a suburban backyard garage. The ambience enthralled me in wonder as the fire burned, it ignited embers of imagination to all remote and wonderous places of our earth.