Why barns?

I have been enamored with the humble barn ever since I can remember. Actually, to be more specific, since the age of three. That was when our family of six (my youngest sister hadn't arrived yet) moved into the farm house in rural New Jersey. My mom thought my siblings and I should be raised in the country, where we had space to run, explore and imagine. As an added bonus, we could also have some farm animals. Because, of course, the farm house came with a wonderful barn.

Our barn in rural New Jersey, around 1976. You can
just make out our ponies, Dolly and Brandy, peeking out
their stall windows.

Our barn was not that large by barn standards. It was about the size of a 3-car garage with a second story for a hay loft. The exterior had red peeling paint with white trim and it had Hex Signs on the front! (I'll elaborate on the Hex Signs later). From the moment I crossed its rough concrete threshold, I was hooked. I stepped into its dim interior and once my eyes adjusted to the dark, I noticed the sunlight slipping through the spaces in the siding and the cobwebs (complete with spiders) clinging to the corners. The air had the earthy smell of animals, hay and dirt. Birds would flit around the rafters chirping all the while. It was a place where adventures could be had. To me it was the best kind of magic. And so I paint barns, because frankly, I just can't get enough of them and their magic.

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