I love old wooden barns. Slumped ridges, tilted doors, and abandoned stalls all speak of by-gone times.
No matter how much I look at square and level pole
buildings, they don't excite me. Old barns have character, belong to landscapes and make fascinating drawing and painting subjects. I paint barns as I would portraits, trying to capture how they were built and weathered. For the most part barns look to me like old people, forgotten, not used much. Their boards are split or missing. Weeds grow around them. Pigeons roost in their lofts. They represent our human presence on the land, places where we labored and built lives. There's an old barn on the farm where I live. Its boards were cut from nearby trees and its corrugated roof is rusting. Cows last used it forty years ago. They rubbed board edges round in the stalls where they fed. I paint it and other barns around the area to preserve remnants of the past and because barns are simply interesting buildings that tell stories.