I recently went exploring an abandoned farmhouse I'd heard about. I was drawn to the site like a magnet, mainly because of one thing: a painting by JWM that adorned its walls. Once I arrived, it was clear that the farmhouse had only a few days left to live. The old beams groaned under the weight of time, and the window frames bowed under the onslaught of the wind. Yet, for all the decay, there ...












