16inx18in silver antique frame- resin coated. The painting is epoxied to the frame and cannot be taken out. 

"Silver Springs on the radio." My Dad would always text me. It was our song because he forced me to buy a Fleetwood Mac CD, The Dance, much to my horror as a thirteen-year-old. But I grew to love that record a whole lot and still do. He taught me about Stevie Nicks when I wanted to just listen to Nirvana like everyone else.  My Dad had a gigantic record collection and always took great pride in his taste and knowledge of music. To this day if I hear Silver Springs on the radio I drive as far as I can and I'll be late to wherever I'm going just to savor the moment in time that all added up to remind me of him and the life we briefly shared. He knew me way better than I ever knew how to appreciate at 29 years old. This song is a beautiful haunting, probably the same as what it felt like to be my father. The depth and sparkle of this work is a portrait of that contrast.