Red Barn In The Snow, New England

It signifies to me that their is always a inner flame within us like the red barn, with snow outside which.. Is our cold veil. We see the outside which is cold..and stand like the lonely tree... But the inner flame is their like in the red barn, where there is warmth, togetherness. Only that flame has to be lit ??and should keep on burning to cut through the snow and radiate warmth to our loneliness... and also to others.. who are cold and frozen... To give them our warmth and light by radiating our own inner lamp like the red barn... Thanks. Wonderful painting.. Nice theme.. Love this...

Thank you for sharing this with us. I find this painting deeply moving. It reminds me of the many places in the US where I have where snow became something to conquer, endure, and still deeply love. In both SW MN, and Central PA, there were many old barns. In Central MN, there were actually a few round barns, which George Washington designed, once upon a time. I love this painting. Thank you.

I can imagine the warmth inside the barn, with a small fire dancing flames reflecting flurrying shades on peoples’ faces as they cuddle around the hearth to fend off the cold that, like Eliot’s curling chimney cat, seeps in through the wooden doors cracks. The snow outside could be threatening with its cutting cold but is a blessing, a white protecting layer, a nice gesture from the unknown, a white benign addition to the scenery. The red of the bar is like a repoussoir in a landscape painting, ominous in its invasion of the thatched eaves of the hut roof, but is still a symbol of something that defies the encroachment of the snowy whiteness. It revels in its strangeness in the interplay of white and the dark brown-greyness of the frail fence, the too frail tree, and the receding hills, beyond which the sky touches the edges as if it were a globe.