When we frequented it, the windows were broken and ragged curtains billowed from the upper windows. One evening we gained entry to the garage. I don't recall much of what was in it other than two beautiful old cast iron pot bellied stoves straight out of a Norman Rockwell painting. It was August, we were dripping with sweat and more than a little on edge. Cicadas zizzed against a continual backdrop of crickets. It was an eerie moment when things suddenly went silent that we hightailed it!
At any rate, I saw this place in Indiana and it so put me in mind of the haunted house that I just had to paint it. Technically, the main challenge of this painting was to make the house the star while keeping the house the most subdued part of the composition. It becomes more of an entity lurking in the bushes.
This site is both the chronicle of my recent sabbatical - the theme of which was "a sense of place" and my ongoing work in life after sabbatical. I try to share thoughts and insights about my work and the practice of painting that others will find useful and applicable to their own work. I hope you enjoy your visit!