Last night at the art walk a couple came in and when they saw my clocks the woman said I should come to their farm and get some stuff as they are tearing the barn down in a week or so. That was the highlight of the night, it was a slow turn out, and not many people seemed like they wanted to chat. Unlike a 'gallery opening' the art walk is more informal and it appears that the other places in town showing art were clothing stores, restaurants or other smallish places. Since my work was in an actual art gallery I guess I still hoped for some gallery types coming in. It was a long three hours but I'm glad I went. It really blows my mind the work the gallery owners put into their space. Home made Christmas cookies as well as cheese/crackers and good beverages. I love the art in there, it's just too bad it's in the town it's in ~ the state it is in! They have such an eye for how to arrange work, I was thrilled looking at my clocks and my other work on the walls, very tastefully done and everything always seems to be just so, just right.
Anyhow, this morning with little sleep under our belts, Tod and I put on multiple layers of clothes and gloves, loaded up the 15 passenger van with cardboard, buckets and blankets and tools and took off. The van is the taxi places', and the owner let us use it, HOW COOL IS THAT! Plus, all the seats were out of it, unheard of, perfect timing, lets rock and roll! So we get there and see the barn which you see above. I was salivating until I realized it was empty and we were shown around various clumps of stuff which were on their way into the big portable dumpster in the driveway. I was a little bummed at first, but I was able to get a few things that honestly are gems (even if I have to wait til spring to wash and clean outside), as well as odds and ends that are good for baubles. If I wanted to brave the Hantavirus, I could have dug through tons of SHIT and retrieved wood and who knows what up in this odd attic type room off of the main house. We were warned in fact, questioned did we have strong immune systems before they took us up there. Apparently his father who died last Spring, was a pack rat and now they were getting rid of things. Stacks and stacks of stuff everywhere and loads of real crap from raccoons and mice and whatever else was using the space as a home.
We were only there two hours, but it seemed like more. It was cold and towards the end was so windy my eyes were pouring water to the point of ridiculousness. I looked like I was weeping and it stung my face so I was ready to split. Not the best photo opportunity either, the sun was in the wrong place at the wrong time but it was fun to take some pictures anyways just to say goodbye to a barn that will no longer be around very soon.
The husband took us around inside, he grew up here and showed us where he used to hide, this little cubby his dad would put him in. We saw a few barn implements and I finally found out what this one bauble I have is (everyone calls it the urinal but now I know it is this individual water basin for cows to drink from and they actually hit this lever to make the water come out into the basin). More piles of poop, rickety stairs, ceiling falling through and old hay everywhere still wafting that sweet dry smell. The 'gems' I got are these hay
Until then. I better get to making some art and selling it dontcha think?