I did this drawing in one of my sketch books of an old wooden frame church in our neighborhood owned by a spanish speaking congregation. I was coming back from getting doughnuts at Van's Pastry Shop when I sat down on someones front steps and did a quick sketch. The church looks like it may eventually just tumble down. The roof has had tarps nailed down in areas where the shingles have rotted away for I don't know how long. Many of the original stain glass windows are missing and the whole exterior is in desperate need of paint and the wood siding is falling off in places. I have watched this building slowly deteriorate over the past twenty five years and it makes me sad for its sorry state yet somehow it is original beauty and grander are still shining through.
A big old church building with lots of maintenance issues owned by small struggling congregation makes for a tough relationship. Also going to church is not what it was a hundred and twenty years ago when this building was built. That cultural idea of going to church on Sunday has quietly eroded away over the years just like the brittle old shingles that no longer keep out the water. This old building reminds me of how we hang on to things that really aren't working because, well at least they're familiar. Maybe we live with structures that are falling down around us because change is too hard and too scary. Some times it is hard to imagine anything else until one day when the roof caves in. Finally the crisis has come and now change has been forced upon us.