I love old white churches. I always have. They have a character and life to their own. Wish they could tell their story. Growing up we lived about a mile from Potosi Methodist church. It was right next to the church we attended and I admired it for years. A few years ago I heard that it caught fire and burned completely to the ground. My heart was broken. I never set one foot into that amazing church.
The idea to start painting churches started after telling friends about a trip to Connecticut with my husband. We were driving along our route from one place to another and we passed numerous old white churches. I went on about their beauty. My friends expressed their love for old churches too and suggested that I paint them.
I hope you enjoy them.