Shadows under the Banyan Tree
$150.00
Medium: Gouache on cold-pressed watercolor paper.
A hot summer day and the shadows of the Banyan tree is like an Oasis in the desert.
The blue tranquility of the shadows are a comfort in the scorching heat of the summer sun.
Size: 24×30
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