A single young fir tree stands alone in a small clearing on a winter night, its branches dotted with a dozen tiny candle flames. Their warm amber light spills onto the needles and across the snow at its feet, while the world beyond fades into a velvety black-green dark.

The painting is loose and tactile, with feathery strokes for the needles, thick dabs of paint where the light lands, and a soft canvas grain throughout. Quiet, nostalgic and unhurried, it feels like an old-world Christmas night seen from a distance.