I'm still working with my stash of century-old farming implements. After years of being stashed in a dusty barn attic, the lengthy tapered timber was cut, delicately cleaned and then varnished to show-off the original layers of bold paint.
Now gleaming and repurposed into sculptural assemblages, the timber's old farmyard counterparts ---mules perhaps, just might be jealous of their counterparts' new lease on life. If only the barn's walls could talk ...
|Gardner's Tea II|
|Finally seeing the light of day, this quartet is off to the FIne Art and Fiddle Fest !|
Wayside Inn. Should be a lively and colorful feast for the senses: music / food / art /sunshine