On a quiet, blue hour evening, a single house holds a warm, glowing window, and out on the lawn, an explosion of color.
This painting captures that familiar, slightly melancholy, moment of early winter twilight, when the sky has gone deep indigo and the bare trees are just silhouettes. In the middle of the yard, a tree lit with Christmas lights spills a warm pool of reflected light upon the grass. It’s solitary, joyful and a little wistful all at once - a small beacon of celebration in the darkening quiet.
Oil on stretched canvas - 20 × 16 in. / 51 × 40 cm.
Hand framed in oak.
Custom boxed, fully insured, and all delivery and shipping fees are included.
On a quiet, blue hour evening, a single house holds a warm, glowing window, and out on the lawn, an explosion of color.
This painting captures that familiar, slightly melancholy, moment of early winter twilight, when the sky has gone deep indigo and the bare trees are just silhouettes. In the middle of the yard, a tree lit with Christmas lights spills a warm pool of reflected light upon the grass. It’s solitary, joyful and a little wistful all at once - a small beacon of celebration in the darkening quiet.
Oil on stretched canvas - 20 × 16 in. / 51 × 40 cm.
Hand framed in oak.
Custom boxed, fully insured, and all delivery and shipping fees are included.
