Boy with a Gun
Acrylic on ultra fine hand-stretched canvas.
40cm x 40cm (canvas size).
Signed on front, ready to hang.
Framed in Tasmanian oak float frame.
*** Includes free delivery Australia wide.
International shipping an additional $30.00- please select this option at checkout under ‘shipping options’ if applicable.
This painting is both an ode to the innocence of childhood, and a mothers lament.
Life with young kids is a roller coaster ride, and some days it feels like the uphill battle will never end.
It’s only now as I finally begin to feel I haves some semblance of self return, as my little humans find increasing independence, that I truly appreciate these fleeting moments already lost to time.
The days go slow but boy do the years go fast!
Acrylic on ultra fine hand-stretched canvas.
40cm x 40cm (canvas size).
Signed on front, ready to hang.
Framed in Tasmanian oak float frame.
*** Includes free delivery Australia wide.
International shipping an additional $30.00- please select this option at checkout under ‘shipping options’ if applicable.
This painting is both an ode to the innocence of childhood, and a mothers lament.
Life with young kids is a roller coaster ride, and some days it feels like the uphill battle will never end.
It’s only now as I finally begin to feel I haves some semblance of self return, as my little humans find increasing independence, that I truly appreciate these fleeting moments already lost to time.
The days go slow but boy do the years go fast!
Acrylic on ultra fine hand-stretched canvas.
40cm x 40cm (canvas size).
Signed on front, ready to hang.
Framed in Tasmanian oak float frame.
*** Includes free delivery Australia wide.
International shipping an additional $30.00- please select this option at checkout under ‘shipping options’ if applicable.
This painting is both an ode to the innocence of childhood, and a mothers lament.
Life with young kids is a roller coaster ride, and some days it feels like the uphill battle will never end.
It’s only now as I finally begin to feel I haves some semblance of self return, as my little humans find increasing independence, that I truly appreciate these fleeting moments already lost to time.
The days go slow but boy do the years go fast!