Sweet Corn
diptych 18" X 48" oil on canvas
Original art art is sold
As a parent, I would like my children to experience events that created vivid and fond memories for me when I was young. Here, we have an attempt at that. This is my daughter Sarah, on the left, and her friend Christina, on the right. We’ve come to the Saanich Fair, which is a traditional, country-style fair with cows, chickens, horses, 4-H competitions, and a midway. The fairgrounds are in Brentwood Bay, where I spent the majority of my younger years.
In various moments fluttering like little birds, and then suddenly looking very composed and grown up, the girls are here all child: letting loose on two cobs of hot, fresh, golden corn, trying to get as much of it into their mouths as possible – and to get as messy as they can, in the process.
I recall my first experience with sweet corn. It was when my family first moved to Brentwood. I was 11 at the time. I saw corn for sale at the concessions and thought to myself, ‘Why would I ever voluntarily purchase vegetables for fun?’ But so many people were lined up, I decided there had to be something to it. I bought some. It started to rain just then, and the only shelter I could find was a truck trailer that had been used for transporting some of the midway rides. I sat on the grass under that trailer and ate the corn in the rain. It was the best ear of corn, or, for that matter, the best vegetable I’d ever eaten. There's never been another that has even come close to tasting that good.
Sarah’s experience will no doubt be different, but we all had a special evening there, riding and playing. I think she’ll remember it for a long time.
Mark Heine
diptych 18" X 48" oil on canvas
Original art art is sold
As a parent, I would like my children to experience events that created vivid and fond memories for me when I was young. Here, we have an attempt at that. This is my daughter Sarah, on the left, and her friend Christina, on the right. We’ve come to the Saanich Fair, which is a traditional, country-style fair with cows, chickens, horses, 4-H competitions, and a midway. The fairgrounds are in Brentwood Bay, where I spent the majority of my younger years.
In various moments fluttering like little birds, and then suddenly looking very composed and grown up, the girls are here all child: letting loose on two cobs of hot, fresh, golden corn, trying to get as much of it into their mouths as possible – and to get as messy as they can, in the process.
I recall my first experience with sweet corn. It was when my family first moved to Brentwood. I was 11 at the time. I saw corn for sale at the concessions and thought to myself, ‘Why would I ever voluntarily purchase vegetables for fun?’ But so many people were lined up, I decided there had to be something to it. I bought some. It started to rain just then, and the only shelter I could find was a truck trailer that had been used for transporting some of the midway rides. I sat on the grass under that trailer and ate the corn in the rain. It was the best ear of corn, or, for that matter, the best vegetable I’d ever eaten. There's never been another that has even come close to tasting that good.
Sarah’s experience will no doubt be different, but we all had a special evening there, riding and playing. I think she’ll remember it for a long time.
Mark Heine
