I am Trying to add some pictures. This is a picture of the Painting I did at the Folk School that I attended in March. This is actually my first real painting. I have a few things that I have started and never finished but I am proud of this one. Betsy likes it so much she had me hang it over the fireplace in the Den. I hope to add other paintings to this Blog in the next few months and hopefully years. This is based on a picture of Graddaddy's barn that Steve Nall, my cousin took several years ago before the barn really begain to fall down. He took two views of the barn and gave several of us copies. I framed my copies and they are hanging in our den. I also did another 'THING' of the barn and I dcall it thing because I don't know exactly what to call it. I will include a picture of it. The piece is on an easel in our den. This is the second one of these that I have done. The first one I gave to my cousin Glenda. I don't know why, I wasn't sure she would even want it but she was the first and I say first not oldest Grandchild. She must have liked it because she cried when she saw it. It was after that day that she started trying to get me to paint.

Anyway the piece is made of several media. The barn it self is made from wood taken from an old barn out in the middle of a pasture near Dayton, Tennessee. I got a couple of boards and used my tablesaw to rip the rough surface off of the boards and made a very thin veneer that I could use to make the boards. I also got a piece of rusty tin from the old barn roof and cut a piece that I used to fold out a strip for the roof. So, you can see why I can't think of what to call it. I want to make another copy but I don't have any of the veneer left and my son Charles took my tablesaw away from me when he saw my how my hands trimble some times. He said my wood working days were over. If you have the ability to create some veneer from some old barn wood send me a few sheets. Well Betsy just call for lights out so it must be bedtime.

I am currently working on the other view of the barn that Steve took. I am hung up on that old barn maybe it is because of "What I learned out behind the Barn". That is a story for another day.