"I swore I’d never paint a barn, but that was before I took Darby out to meet my family, from our then home in western New York. She was welcomed and swept up in the love they offered the same way I always was, and after four days, before leaving we wandered out into the original hay barn. It’s gone now, burned as so many go, but on that day I stood there, wondering how my life had gone so wrong I wasn’t a cowboy. Darby said, Why don’t you paint barns, they’re beautiful. I said, Yes, but they’re kitschy as a subject. She laughed, and giving me a thump, said, They don’t have to be."
-- Richard C Harrington