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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

Paint NAKED

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

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