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I have had what I hope is an epiphany. That is to say, I hope I don't move back into the cave of my own reticence and fear. Please bear with me here, my mind is running in two circles. I am 52. I became a grandmother for the first time last December and the second time in January. I wanted to be a grandmother while I was still young enough to chase them and spend time with them. I had an excellent grandmother and I wanted to be an excellent grandmother. It is a distinct, marked point of transition in one___'________________________s life, being a grandparent. It is a rite of passage of a sort, and as my oldest son is 29, it is one I had waited for a bit longer than anticipated… Continue reading… 0 comments

From the Dark Night into the Light I had the opportunity to revisit a blog when it was published in Fine Art Views. (Dark Night of the Artistic Soul, February 10, 2012.) It was written two years ago this month, in February 2010. At that time, I had been working in watercolor approximately six months, and that is almost all the experience I had with the medium. I obtained my BFA in 1983. That summer I found myself pregnant and got married. I went on to have several more children, got through a divorce and had no time to paint. During those 26 years, I would often remark that I had the "soul of a watercolorist" in a rather grandiose way like I knew anything about the medium, or myself as an artist much less that I would ever actually find this to be my truth… Continue reading… 0 comments


by lynnehurdbryant , December 31, 2011—02:53 AM

Topics: art, art and emotion, relationships in art, watercolor

In August, I visited the studio of an artist friend, took off all my clothing and posed nude for him. It is true, I am 50 years old, and I have body parts that have moved south permanently, not just for the winter. I had friends ask me if I was embarrassed and the answer is no, not in the least. What I exposed was merely the vessel, not the contents. It isn__™t like this artist asked me to reveal what is in my heart , what is important to me or the contours of my innermost thoughts. If he had, I would have felt nude, naked, bare, exposed ___ vulnerable. As artists who have some time behind us, we can identify the painting we made after the death of a loved one, or the one after we kissed our youngest child goodbye before leaving them hundreds of miles away at college… Continue reading… 0 comments

I am frustrated. My life has reached a rather frenetic level. I am in a wet paper bag without the ability to navigate my way out of it. I am a single woman, an artist and a full time corporate worker. I am responsible for every thin dime I have to spend. I have no safety net, no spouse and no trust fund, but I have two jobs, one of which I work every day of the year, as in every day of the year. I am responsible for my own meals and my own housekeeping. I have grown children whom I chase around from time to time, and who often need my financial help, hence the two jobs I work. Sprinkle in some serious health problems just for good measure. My life is full to the brim, even if I don__™t paint. I have responsibilities to others, but I have them to myself as well… Continue reading… 1 comment

Is your art relevant?

by lynnehurdbryant , October 25, 2011—12:00 AM

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Art used to be relevant to life. Look at Vermeer and his lustrous portraits of women working in the home, or at other "women's" tasks. It was relevant to his surroundings, to the life and times of the artist and his models. Even centuries later, his paintings provoke an emotional response. Many people think this is because of their luminous beauty, but the truth is that this emotional connection is about its relevance. Today, most artists don't paint what is relevant to their life and times. We paint emotional voids in our quest to reproduce the dwindling beauty of the nature around us. I look at my own work and have long felt that the missing piece is emotion and drama that might better connect my work to the viewer. This is not so… Continue reading… 2 comments

Asking for trouble and finding it

by lynnehurdbryant , October 14, 2011—01:21 AM

Topics: art, in, relationships

I don't know if being 50 has given me more wisdom about my shortcomings or merely a stronger desire to try to bend myself in new ways. Sometimes, as when I dove into oil painting this summer, I am successful, while in others ways I am not quite so successful. Enter a tempting offer to illustrate a book for an Australian author. Am I game? Sure...knowing full well that I am not an illustrator, that I was taught to paint what I see and to leave imagination out of the equation. Illustrating a children's book requires an imagination and a skill I don't believe I possess. My imagination, artistically speaking, has been painstakingly subdued in favor of a "clean eye… Continue reading… 1 comment

I am a watercolorist. I knew this to be a fact long before I began painting in watercolor. From my initial forays in high school, I have pronounced that I have the soul of a watercolorist, but I was nearly 50 before I began working in it. The medium is "mine" to the core. The colors that can be achieved through many layered washes, sometimes a couple of dozen or more in a single area of a painting, never fail to excite my eyes and my heart. It is a passionate love affair. I have heard other artists speak of watercolor as unforgiving, difficult to control and tedious. In the next breath, they will extoll all the finer qualities of oil paint. I will agree with oil being luminous and lustrous, that is has a certain glow, but I have never found it easy to work with… Continue reading… 3 comments

There is sex, that physical act, and then there is love making. While often playing semantics, there is a discernible difference between the two. Making love implies an emotional connection, a certain intimacy that transcends the physical, and often has nothing to do with sexual intercourse. Making love can be present in all kinds of relationships, in fact, as it is the uniquely human ability to connect on a spiritual plane. Suze Orman says, quite accurately, that women are more relational than men. A woman cannot do well with anything in her life, unless she has a relationship with it. While Suze is talking about women and money, I think this idea is important… Continue reading… 1 comment

Meet Charlie. He is a terrier and chihuahua mix, weighing in at about 5 lbs. He is a white dog, which brings me to my topic: Painting whites in watercolor. In watercolor, you don't use white paint. The white of the paper serves for the white areas in a piece. So, painting a fuzzy white puppy would not seem possible. Take into account that my palette is comprised of juicy, floral fruity, almost candy colors. It does not contain any browns, grays or black. Now, look at the painting again with these things in mind. I managed to paint a white dog… Continue reading… 3 comments

Art of Day

by lynnehurdbryant , October 5, 2010—03:53 AM

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This is a blog that should have been written a month ago, but I didn't have a chance to do it., an online artist resource guide, has recently started promoting a featured artist of the day. On September 7, 2010, I was the featured artist. You can view the work they chose from my website to include with theirs here: While you are there, check out all of the great resources available to artists. You can also view the work of some very gifted artists, and read about art, art marketing and exhibitions. You can also join them on Twitter, if you like to tweet. I'd like to thank James Day, of Art of Day, for this opportunity 0 comments

My Philosophy of Painting

by lynnehurdbryant , September 25, 2010—04:15 AM

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There are many things an artist cannot paint. They can't paint a face, a flower, a landscape, an animal...only God can paint those things. As an artist, we can only paint three things: Color, shape and value. Those are the only three things we have to work with. If you have a decent eye for seeing these three things, and adequate skill in reproducing what you see, your work will be fairly realistic and it will look like what you are seeing. The most important thing is the artist's "eye." That is the ability see color, shape and value and how they play off one another. It is the ability to see the subtleties, the nuances of any object and the light it reflects… Continue reading… 2 comments

In celebration of the BOMB

by lynnehurdbryant , May 5, 2010—05:09 PM

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This painting is a bomb, but not a total bust. Artists are not perfect and we make mistakes, some we can fix and many we can't. As long as we learn from our "bombs" they have a place. This painting was doomed from the start. The photograph I used was lovely, but rather lacking in a defined light source. I made matters worse with color choices that clearly didn't work. I let the pigment "break" and I got the background entirely too dark, entirely too soon in the process. The branches are not light enough on the lit side. However... The leaf shapes at the center top are about the prettiest and most interesting I have ever painted. That dark background gave me a chance to experiment. I lifted out color in interesting leaf shapes, a technique I will use again… Continue reading… 7 comments

Tribute to my first art teacher

by lynnehurdbryant , April 21, 2010—10:11 PM

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Today, April 21, 2010, is the 102nd anniversary of the birth of Ada Hurd Bryant, my grandmother, the person responsible for making me an artist. I used the word "make" for a reason. I don't believe I am a born artist, I believe I was made. I come from an artistic family, both of my grandmothers, a couple of uncles, my brother and several of my cousins are all artistically inclined. My grandmother would often remark that while I had the desire, I was the least "talented" of the bunch...but I would keep trying. I am the only one to have gone to art school and graduated with a Bachelor of Fine Arts degree. I would keep doing it! This grandmother had a lot of set ideas about painting… Continue reading… 1 comment

One year...

by lynnehurdbryant , April 15, 2010—12:00 AM

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This is a blog of reflection. I began painting again, after a 25+ year hiatus, just about a year ago. It is laughable, I know, that I gave myself a year to "do something with my art." I had only a vague idea of what I wished to accomplish. Success was not going to be based on sales, obtaining a gallery space, or having positive feedback from others about my work. Success was something less defined. For me, success was the way I wanted to feel about this journey called being an artist. I wrote in a previous blog that I didn't feel I could call myself an artist. I preferred "watercolorist" or "painter" over "artist… Continue reading… 0 comments

The spiritual qualities of art supplies

by lynnehurdbryant , March 16, 2010—03:59 AM

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It has been a month since I have added a post. I didn't realize that much time had gone by. Have I been busy painting? No. I have been busy working my day job and feeling sorry for myself. The time change here in the US and the daylight earlier in the morning has made all the difference in my outlook and energy. Of course, 10 hours of sleep didn't hurt me either. I ordered some more art supplies last week. I "needed" them. I am learning to paint portraits in watercolor. The photo with this blog is the latest attempt. A bad angle, poor lighting and not the right paints for the job. Most of what I used was jaune brilliant and opaque. It feathered and back bled like none other, hence I ordered new paint! This order comes UPS which means it will arrive about 3 p.m… Continue reading… 0 comments

Dark night of the artistic soul

by lynnehurdbryant , February 17, 2010—12:00 AM

Topics: emerging

A fellow artist on Facebook inspired this blog. He had a dark night of the soul recently. He gathered all of his work together and decided to burn the lot of them. He didn't actually complete this task, but he was exasperated by his artistic career. I assured him that he is not alone, we have all been there. I am there nearly weekly. The dark night of the soul is inevitable, at some point, in our artistic lives. It is born of frustration, the inability to do the sort of work we want to do and not being the artists we want to be. Primarily, I believe, it is profound self-doubt. Self-doubt is not a bad thing. I am a converted Catholic of nearly three decades… Continue reading… 6 comments

I have entered the AANC show in Colorado

by lynnehurdbryant , February 3, 2010—12:00 AM

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The time from May 2009 forward is a time of a lot of firsts for me. They are my first steps into the art world. My first art-related website, my first gallery, my first sales in a many years, my first greeting card printing, my first framed pieces and now, my first grown up art show. The last time I had a show was in high school. I entered the Jefferson County High School show and I had a large acrylic landscape on canvas that hung at the Arvada Center in Arvada, Colorado. Artists Association of Northern Colorado is the current show I am entering. I sent my paperwork and images for jury consideration for entry into the show. I am trying not to hear that "fizzling" sound that is usually followed by a "splat" as I fall flat on my face… Continue reading… 0 comments

Trying to balance life and disappointments

by lynnehurdbryant , February 2, 2010—01:38 AM

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The painting you see with this blog is one I don't have on my website because I am not satisfied with it. It is an example of what I want, versus what I come up with. It exemplifies my life right now. There is what I want, what I work for, and what I end up with. A couple of years ago, I bought a fixer upper of a mobile home. I have been fixing it up since. Right now, yet again, I am having issues with a bathroom. This house has 2, so it is not dire, but seems to be, from time to time. The master bath was nothing more than a shell of a room when I bought the house. It took entirely too long to get to the project in the first place. To do the shower stall I was sold the wrong product by that large depot for DIY supplies… Continue reading… 4 comments

Last night was the gallery reception. Owing to what...the fact that it was after is was predicted to snow...whatever it was, almost no one showed up! I counted fewer than 10 people who were not gallery artists. That is the bad news. The good news that the other artist who was welcomed is a nice gentleman with a gentle soul who took time to talk to me, explain his thinking, his work, his experiences, shop talk of a kind I have not had in years. Thank you Gary Gore for sharing your time, your thoughts and your incredible work. I had the opportunity to meet several other artists. One in particular was especially nice and actually invited me to bring my work and show it in her house this spring when she has her home show… Continue reading… 2 comments

My gallery reception is this Friday. I am a virtual hermit as my day job keeps me locked at home, chained to my desk. I also paint at home, eat at home, live at home, rarely getting out and generally making a fool of myself when in public. On top of that, I need to be articulate about my art. How does one explain something that proceeds, not so much from conscious thought, but rather from the silence of the soul? I have felt overwhelmed for several months. I had occasion to leave my small town this morning and it is on the road when my greatest insights occur. The reason for feeling out of balance is the abundance of bliss in my life over the past several months. Painting is sheer bliss for me. The colors of my watercolor palette are incredible… Continue reading… 0 comments