Barns Structures n' Such, bending, bulging, crumbling, peeling, flaking, and decaying. Constantly they’re in a state of flux, in repair, in disrepair, like our bodies, our country. We glimpse visual snippets, even a feeling for them as we pass by. Over time we begin to connect and identify with these Structures these harbingers of their locales- our communities. Barns act as sirens beckoning out their visual beacons onto those that watch, those that listen, those that hear their visual cues.
Barns like trees offer ambigious signs that reveal their innards, their stalls, their rings, that gives one a deeper understanding for their state of being, their age. Sadly this is most frequently gleamed after their demise, while being reassessed for their financial viability. Which in and of itself means their previous and or original value has been overlooked or devalued.
Barns Structures n' Such act as visual narratives for those who don't mearly look, but see. Barns n' Structures eventually crumble and fall, beckoned to return to Such, to earth; Until their timbers are recycled and reincorporated into yet another Structure.