Two little ghosts in simple cream sheets stand side by side in a quiet forest clearing, each with just a pair of small dark eyes. Around them rise tall, cracked umber trunks, and a soft amber light glows through the mist between slender trees in the distance.

The scene is painted like an aged oil landscape, with loose brushwork, a fine web of craquelure and a muted, dusty palette of burnt orange, smoky taupe and deep brown. The ghosts are laid in with thick, buttery strokes, so the gentlest figures in the picture are also its brightest, and the mood stays hushed, nostalgic and only a little spooky.