Titled so, because a friend and I thought this was the type of place where that kind of horrific tragedy might have occurred. We were only more convinced of our sick, twisted ideas of this old northern Indiana farmhouse, when the grinding roar of a vacuum started up inside the house, at least we told ourselves it was just a vacuum! Ha…..certainly added good memories of painting this landscape, as we laughed quite hard at our crazy story. This was done plein style from the end of the driveway, per the permission from the old lady that dwelled within. It is watercolor, pen and ink and colored pencil. I love the old barn in this scene, but it has since completely fell to the ground leaving nothing but old wooden boards and debris…..Good times…..
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