Old houses are beautiful.
They have a soul.
They evoke nostalgia. Nostalgia for what I do not know.
I can't own one. Perhaps won't ever live in one.
My way of possessing one, is to study them. Sketch and paint and study them.
Here is one such.
My painting of the St Andrews church got me invited to a wedding at the very same church. While there, I was captivated by the house next to it. I stared at it. Photographed it. Stared at the pictures and finally drew it an then stared at the drawing and finally painted it.
Here it is.
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