This is my least favorite barn painting. It's simply not how I imagined it would be. I love fall and Autumn 'should be' bursting with color and vibrancy and the beauty of letting go. But, reality is not always as we imagine it 'should be'. Sometimes, the colors stay muted. Sometimes, there is absolutely no beauty to letting go. I rushed through this painting. It was the last one in my 4-seasons series and I wanted to get it framed and on the wall. Looking back, it's a lesson that our seasons of life cannot be rushed.
My sister called this photograph: Lonely Barn. Lonely Barn was painted with all the predictable mediums of cosmetics, and health & beauty aids. I didn't even want to post it but that's how healing happens: finding your voice even when.
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