10 x 8, oil
I have painted this fence before, much, much smaller. I keep going back to the pull of the sun seeping through the slats of the fence as it is in the very slow process of falling down. You can see these fences of such character all over the place here. Often they are put up as a temporary boundary marker. Property owners usually plant bushes or trees along the same line that will eventually take the place of the fence so they leave the fence to slowly rot away and become part of the land. None of the slats are perfectly shaped either - unless you think that irregularity is perfect. They make me turn my head every time I see them - especially scenes like this one.