Stella's Farm: The Early Works


The Work


Randall Gardner

The Early Works
(These are some of my earliest works that were done about 7 years ago. I believe I have
grown as an artist somewhat since these paintings.)


 Stella's Horse Barn 

16 X 22

Acrylic on Panel


       Thirty years ago a grand horse barn stood on my wife’s grandmother’s farm in Springfield, Vermont. In the middle of the night, we lay in a feather bed of her two hundred year old farmhouse and listened with sadness as the old barn went down. Heavy, wet snow had built up on the rotting roof and it rained during the night.  With a mighty groan the old girl surrendered under the weight and a piece of Vermont history was gone.I have always been grateful that I took the time to do a few shots of her while she stood proudly in semblance of her glory days. Those were the days when her stables were filled with fine horses that worked the rich, Connecticut River bottomland on Stella’s farm…the days when she was a bustling hub of horse-tending. This painting is from just inside the great, sliding barn door, where years of accumulated things had gathered on rustic shelves to keep each other company. I was glad to record their gathering. I hope it honors the old barn’s memory.





24 X 30

Acrylic on Panel
Artist's Personal Collection

      The old bed was in the room above the kitchen of Stella’s 200-year-old farmhouse for three-quarters of a century.  She set up housekeeping with it at the close of the 1800’s and it was in the fire when the “L” of the house burned some years later. For the most part, it sat lonely and unused until my wife, Sharon, and I returned to complete our honeymoon in 1972.  Grammy Stella heard how much we loved the old bed and she gave it to us a few years later, along with the matching dresser. Ever since then, the old High Bed has cast long shadows far into the past from Grammy Stella’s youth, on down to our family and our three children. I took the photograph for this painting back when Sharon and I were young and the pages of our lives were yet to be written.



  The Coal Shoot Window

16 X 20

Acrylic on Panel
$200 (framed)

       This grimy, coal-shoot window was in a dark, damp basement of an old apartment building where we once lived. Long years ago they had stopped using coal and a collection of odds and ends and spider webs gathered in the window. I didn’t touch a thing. I took my old 2 ¼ camera, climbed up on the edge of the coal bin, took a deep breath and held the lens wide open to take the photograph that I painted this from.




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