Many of these farm structures that I live around out here in Central Virginia near Lovingston are made from wood that has been recycled from earlier farm buildings. I am almost certain that a lot if it may just go back to the early days of European settlers locating here in Schuyler. One can just take a quick look and even without carbon-dating one can see that the wood is old and weathered by the elements. It is very heavy older hardwood that these folks used in making their farm structures. One can also see how the buildings were shaped for the needs of the farm at a time and then torn down but not discarded but reused again for another purpose.. The sizes of the buildings are small. They may house one farm implement or two but they are not like those northern Atlantic barns that have lofts and large areas for animals, these buildings are built to suite a single purpose and generally aren'...
Many paintings have been posted this past year of 2016 as I completed them, but that time has come to a new vista, I am putting away the oils for a while so I can concentrate on my other job of working with students with various degrees of disabilities. Or what's better known in the trade as my 'day job' that's the one that pays the bills and is meaningful in other ways as well. But I'll be back with more as the time get closer to some Holiday times when I am here all by myself with plenty of spare time to use for art. I will be drawing in the meantime and don't fret I will be back, just not right away. In the meantime here is a photo of my path to my river down below my home, a place of solitude and thanks for all the good the God of my Understanding has allowed me to participate in.
This painting was conceptualized once I saw this Church or what remains of it on the side of a country road around here near my home. It's presence was impressive with its clean white clay brick towers where windows once stood. One could easily tell that its walls once held a congregation in prayer on any particular Sunday a century ago or so. Bringing it onto a canvas was a chore. It had to be painted with care and granted it was an interpretation and hopefully mistakes were forgivable for the sake of memorializing it as a home for the southern culture held within its walls. I played with the color of it and its fictional background. It was all for the sake of conveying the spiritual nature of this lost building of worship.
Friday evening, in days past it was a good reason to get "blasted' or better yet "wasted" in all things done by my friends that one took the priority over everything else. It was all about who had "it", how much was "it" and where is he now? I don't miss the never ending chase after "it" and losing so much money getting "it". I play it out today and it spells out that I no longer am an escape artist about my life. I'm ok being a little sore and a little tired. I don't need anything "for it". Tomorrow I will be in a better space to enjoy my weekend, alert, awake and ready to go by the morning. I will no doubt have a very full day tomorrow and I will remember what I did and how I felt during that day and the day before (today). I'm glad to be ok with that, and I make a daily choice to continue with my quest of learning what I can from whom I choose to ask, "How do you do th...
This piece of land has more to be explored from what I have been able to discern from the local neighbors. I've only photographed what I can see from Arrington Road nearby where the Locken Music Festival is held in the summer. There are three buildings I have been able to study so far with more that are out of sight. I am interested due to the age of some of these abandoned farm buildings. I was told that this one is a 'chicken house' for the Holland farm. Its not in operation anymore but it must have held a good number of the foul in its heyday. This is an oil. I use a 30/30/30 medium with sunthickened linseed oil going by the name Stand oil. Its small, only 14 inches by 26 inches in size with a popular wood lattice frame slapped on it.
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