This oil was painted by my mother on our Buck's County farm in the 1960's. It represents the corn field behind our house, then called Stone End Farm, on Curley Mill Road, in Chalfont, Pennsylvania. The scarecrows meaning is illusive as they are added by the artist. My mother and father struggling through life? My sister and I facing the unknown future. Salvation? Sacrifice? Death? Life? Perhaps all.
oil on canvas approx 36" wide The painting was given to me to hang in the family mansion at 6600 Isle of Skye in Highland, Maryland around 1990. Later, after the divorce and dissolution of the HTS empire, the painting was in my Mechanicsburg, Pennsylvania home at 1351 McCormick road and then in Glendale, Arizona, at 4344 West Ocotillo Road. Then onto Prince Edward Island and 67 Central in Summerside, PEI. Finally now back in Pennsylvania, winter of 2008.
The "Scarecrows" was always displayed with "Island Dream", the sunset picture of a similar genre also to be displayed on this blog. I gifted the Sunset to my wife, Michelle Rene Sexton, in Charlottetown, PEI as a parting gift. Mom had painted the sunset for Rhonda, my first wife from a photo I took at Kona, Hawaii around 1989. More on that later.
My mother and sister often painted together and also seemed to be a bit competitive. The art supplies always travelled with us on our trips to Florida, Mexico, Cape Breton, and coastal Maine (usually Bar Harbor).
My mother signed her works usually "MM". There are many around that were given as gifts far and wide. Many true masterpieces hang at the little family home in Harrisburg, PA where mom died on August 10, 2004.
My children's mother, Rhonda Manduke is in possession of several works. These include a pair of "cameo oils", small superb oval oils of Joey and Alexis as small children. There is also a macabre painting by Aprille of white horses on a merry go round , spinning in a ghostly empty amusement park-no people.
My sister Aprille Manduke signs her work usually as "Aprille". She has sold many paintings and won an art show at the Bucks County "Art Barn" in the 1960's. She also produced wonderful watercolors of festive busy city scenes that were sold for professional offices around Doylestown. She also prepared from text descriptions some truly remarkable water colors for my second wife's children's book. The book "Kettle Whistle" is a fanciful tale by Michelle Rene Sexton, of Prince Edward Island, Canada. Shel is a fine artist in her own right and has sold a large abstract painting. Her work is mostly lost.
Aprille is somewhat secretive and has never really gone "commercial". It is truly sad, and someday I hope she can be recognized along with my mother as truly great artists.
Missing are a "sand oil" a very large painting of a dark madonna and child. Also an image in oil by my mother of our Bucks county farmhouse, "The Barn". These were lost due to a family tragedy near Yuma, Arizona in 2005.
Perhaps the greatest loss is of the "Patio". This large oil by my mother depicted our beloved flagstone patio at Stone End Farm in Chalfont. It placed me as my small goat kid "Hilda", my beloved shepard collie Ollie, and my sister with sunflowers by our sacred golden chain tree.
This painting also may survive in Arizona.
At the bottom of this blog are more paintings. The "Elf King" by my daughter Alexis is a large free-hand pencil drawing in here "animae" style. My mother reported to me that during a visit when Alexis was but 5 or 6 that Alexis started doodling at the kitchen table. She drew various objects there almost in perfect likeness, with her pencil barely ever leaving the paper, never going over a line. I do think there is something to genetics. We are all artists or writers of some kind in the family. Alexis never had any real encouragement early on. So the nature vs. nurture arguement goes on.
I remember my father's (Joseph E. Manduke, Jr.) highschool drafting images, and later his machine designs as a mechanical engineer long before CAD. He was also an outstanding creative genius, very misunderstood and moody, but brilliant.
God himself Cries
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When love is true and lost the universe itself weeps
God himself cries when love is lost
Love is not contained
Galaxies weep when true love is lost
Nay, clu...
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