the imperfections of being a child rather than the stiff posed model. She settled down on a chair and I took several shots as the sun reflected off of her wayward, kinky, curly hair. She was tired and bored and her feet were sore from walking around bare foot. Then I spotted the girl in the white eyelet dress. As the event wound down we all became weary. Every time the children saw me they stood at attention and looked their perfect best but that was not what I was after. I asked this young girl’s father if I could photograph his children with a view to doing a painting of either or all. The Black Museum was also celebrating and the park was full of people in various period outfits. Edition size 300 s/n limited edition prints – image size: ” X ” - each $ pendingĭave had an Ontario Town Crier’s Competition in Amherstburg to coincide with a special anniversary at Fort Malden. When the sun shines and the birds are singing and the floor of the forest turns green dotted with blooming wild flowers, why not take a stroll on the many trails around Backus-Page and discover for yourself the beauty of nature and the woodland setting. This lovely single red trillium, so alone amongst the other white flowers, reminded me of those solitaire rings and the deep red hue was akin to a garnet. We were taking photographs of flora and fauna so when the cold winter winds blew, I could sit in my cozy studio and paint delicate woodland blooms while remembering our wonderful day in the woods. Years later we were out walking in the beautiful Carolinian forest and ravines near Backus-Page House and John Pearce Park. Instead I chose an old fashioned setting that was exactly what made my hand look good and my heart sing. Alas my fingers were too short and heavy (arthritis) that the style didn’t suit. one diamond perched on top of a gold pedestal. Jenny writes: “When Dave popped THE question in 1966 the diamond of choice was a solitaire. Edition size 300 s/n limited edition prints – image size: ” X ” - each $ pending It is my mission in life to preserve our vanishing, ever changing rural landscape for the next generation to appreciate. Old barns are disappearing at an alarming rate. Who knew rusted steel could look so good? I loved the texture of the harvested fields and the leafless sumacs. Shades of red oxide, scarlet, alizarin crimson, magnesium blue, inky Paynes grey and raw sienna. The fields were dull browns and harvest gold but the old barn shone a myriad of brilliant, dappled calico colours in the golden sunlight. We followed the curves and there on the south west side was this barn. In October of 2008 we were driving back from east Elgin, taking the back roads. My Life will not be long enough to paint all that I love here in the country side of Elgin County. I try to paint every day and every day I see something new, in a different light or a different season. ![]() S/N 200 copies, 4 A/P – image size is 12” X 32” – Regular retail $150.00 plus applicable Taxĭave and I like to go for drives around Elgin County country side whenever we can. It is available to family but also the public. I have made this one of my latest Limited Edition prints so I can share this reminder of our life on the Bearinger Farm at Mannheim. When I paint I put a part of me in each image and the painting becomes a part of me. The photo was small so Dave did his magic and printed out a clear 11” X 17” photo for me to work from. until my great nephew found a photo of his Dad combining wheat and in the background was this image. I asked my family if anyone had photos of the barns, the house? Anything? Nothing could be found other than a little piece here or there in the background of family snapshots. ![]() Then the new owners came in and cleared the property of the old black spruce trees, the barns, silos and storage bins and the house. Later my cousin David and his wife Debbi lived there and raised their girls on this acreage. Every summer I spent my summer holidays at the Mannheim farm. Later my Aunt Jessie and her husband Howard Bearinger took over the farm and raised their seven children here. This was my grandparent’s farm where my mother was born. This painting is near and dear to my heart.
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