This is image #22 of my on-going series sharing the pages of the scrap book of Minnie Holsinger, which she collected in the 30s and 40s while she and my Grandfather Charlie Holsinger were saving to buy a farm.
I can’t identify this artist; The lower-left signature is undecipherable. This painting, more than any I’ve posted so far, smacks of a certain Victorianism; it could have been painted (though not reproduced in it’s then-present form) as early as 1870. It’s a matter of taste that I find this period somewhat repellant.
This may seem as an unfair critique; why should an illustration from the period of the late 20’s/ early 30’s NOT be a product of it’s time? I agree; it’s surprising to me that I find so many of the illustrations that I’ve posted seem fresh and contemporary. (“Contemporary” isn’t the right word; they were probably nostalgic even in the time of their genesis.) I find myself drawn to them and the world they depict, whereas, with this one, I find myself wanting to move on, look away.