A creaky, shattered roof barn stands in a serene valley, where the sun kissed the earth with its golden glow, stands a barn that stood once proud as the sentinels to he land. It’s weathered wood, now gray and splintering tells stories of years gone by. Each crack and creek echos memories of harvasts and laughter that filled the air.
This is the story I felt when I saw.this ancient barn leaning into itself and still standing. So what did I do? I found a spot to position my SUV so I could orchestrate my painting equipment. At time I felt as if I was communication with the barn as each brushstroke was layed on the canvas.
This is the story I felt when I saw.this ancient barn leaning into itself and still standing. So what did I do? I found a spot to position my SUV so I could orchestrate my painting equipment. At time I felt as if I was communication with the barn as each brushstroke was layed on the canvas.