Abandoned horse stables, once full of hay and hooves, now sit quietly with peeling paint and creaking doors. The echoes of snorts and clopping hooves linger, but the only audience these days seems to be my easel—and maybe a very judgmental crow or two. There’s a real beauty in the decay, a little sadness, and a hint that reuse or revival might be just around the corner.
Oil on Board, Framed Size 14 X 9
July 2025
Abandoned horse stables, once full of hay and hooves, now sit quietly with peeling paint and creaking doors. The echoes of snorts and clopping hooves linger, but the only audience these days seems to be my easel—and maybe a very judgmental crow or two. There’s a real beauty in the decay, a little sadness, and a hint that reuse or revival might be just around the corner.
Oil on Board, Framed Size 14 X 9
July 2025
