There is something about an oddly shaped painting that just melts my heart with delight. Either strangely narrow or terribly wide, even the evasive oval makes me feel inspired. So when I go to buy my hoard of canvas these little strange ones creep into my card along with the sensible sizes.
The above scene was one that we saw everyday during our honeymoon in Vermont. A pretty tree, on top of a hill. The painting is of the tree at sunset. I love it when the tips of the branches are just lit by the sun.
Medium: oil on canvas