6" x 6"
oil on gessoboard
I'm still looking for a little sunshine in my life, so here's another scene from last summer.
This sweet little barn is on the dikelands of the Columbia River.
For as long as I've been an observer of barns -- like, since my memories begin -- I've always thought that they have 'faces'. The fenestration on the gable end forms facial features and the gambrel roof line provides a nice frame of 'hair'. (Um, thank you, college education.) This makes barns, to me, very expressive. Some are sad, some happy, some are sticking out their great big giant tongue at me. Some like their hair flipped out, some keep it cropped short, -- you get the (very silly) idea. Anyway, I mention it because this cute little barn has been mocking me all day. With its off-centered smirk of a loft opening, it is, like McKayla Moroney, not impressed. ;)