Thursday, October 26, 2017

My parents gave me the gift of art lessons when I was 9 years old.  I rode the city bus by myself every Saturday morning from one side of the town to the other in the spring of 1958.  Huge endeavor for a 9-year old!  I took lessons from the sweetest "old" lady (she was probably in her 50's then) and when I look at this painting, I can still smell the oil paints in her studio.  This was a wondrous time for me and I am forever grateful that my parents gave me such a gift.  We didn't have a lot of money, but they felt I was worth it.  This was my first attempt at painting the human body.  I also painted portraits, still life, and landscapes under my teacher's tutelage.  But this was my favorite.  The only other art instruction I had was in HS.  I never pursued a career in it, though I was offered a scholarship at the community college in my hometown.  That would mean another 4 years at an all girl's college and by then I had had enough of all-girl's schools.  Besides, I had my sights on a certain someone that I wanted to marry and start a family with.  Over the years, I have played with painting/drawing and I am glad I had the opportunity early in life to learn some basics.  Thank you my parents!

Monday, July 17, 2017

2017 07 15 Linda Suz Chapel of Love 001

We all go to the same church!  We all discovered a few years back that we shared not only the same first name, but same middle name, as well.  We all share the same voice teacher.  We decided a while back that we should become a trio.  We have been performing at various events over the years.  We are NOT professionals!  We are just three women who love to sing with each other.  We are The Linda Suz.  This is from a concert on July 15, 2017.  Hope to do more "Girl's Groups" covers in the future.

Saturday, June 10, 2017

Going With The Flow

This began at a workshop I attended where I learned to incorporate a different kind of canvas prep.  Happy to have stepped outside of my box to try some under painting with purples and reds for the background.  This was quite fun to work on and I am pleased with the results.  I am calling this "Going With The Flow", because I went with the flow when I painted this lovely swan floating in the water.

Thursday, January 21, 2016

Triunity

Triunity (the state of being threefold or triple.

I was going to title this painting Trinity.  I usually paint from photographs or images on paper.  I first began this painting with the intent to copy a photograph of clouds in a field surrounding our church property.  I tried many times to get the clouds right via many techniques,   I have learned (from other artists recently) and finally gave up and decided to go back to my original way of painting. Suddenly three clouds appeared as I desired.  From there, I decided this painting will be a series of three....and it unfolded from there..  Three clouds, three hillsides, and three trees.  Triunity is fitting, as the name of my church is Unity and that is where the vision of the clouds came from.

This will be the last painting for me for a while.  I have another major endeavor in my life.  After living in this house for 33 years, we are selling and downsizing.  This will consume most of my time. I am envisioning a studio in my next home.

Friday, November 13, 2015

Whereabouts Unknown

This is the place where my Spokane family first met the cousins, aunts and uncle (from Seattle) we never knew. The name of this place is quite telling...........Whereabouts Unknown.  

My mother was adopted and always yearned to find her birth parents.  She died in 1984 at the young age of 57.  She tried her best to be happy with life, but there was always that underlying feeling of "being abandoned" within her.  Consequently life was difficult for her.  Sadly, my father discouraged her from searching for her parents. 

In 2002, my sister Karen was diagnosed with breast cancer.  We had not known of any cancer in the family prior to this....so my sister Barb Noe and I decided to do a search via the internet.  We were fortunate in that we had a copy of the adoption certificate with our birth Grandmother's name on it. With the help of a group of wonderful people, we found Mom's living brother Uncle Joe.  I contacted Uncle Joe and then my sisters and I traveled to Seattle to meet him.  We were greeted warmly by this man who looked so much like our brother Doug..  He was so emotional, saying that he always wanted a sister.....and that some conversations he overheard between his parents led him to believe that he did indeed have one.  I had an Uncle Bob, as well....but he also died young.  I won't go into the reasons why my mother was adopted .....it was the only recourse my Grandmother had at the time.  God Bless her.  

We did find a cancer gene in the end, and that was a good thing..  But the best news is that cousin Paula Purcell hosted a "Union" at Whereabouts Unknown 10 years ago, where most of the cousins met each other for the first time.  It was an amazing event especially for my family..always wondering about our "other family".  Twas the perfect environment for all of us to come together.  I will never forget that Union and I will always cherish this beautiful place.

Wednesday, November 4, 2015

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This is a tole painting that I made for my mother in 1978 for her 54th birthday.  It was recently discovered in the attic of the house I grew up in.  It was delivered to my brother Doug via my brother-in-law Denny.  I had forgotten all about it.  I did a lot of tole painting in the '70's and gave many of them to friends and family as gifts.  What a memory this has brought back to me.

My mother became quite ill in the early 80's....so much so that Dad had to take steps to move out of the big house....and in to an apartment.  Dad eventually sold the house to our youngest sister Karen and husband Denny.  Together they raised three girls in this house.  Much of what Dad and Mom owned remained in the house.  Karen died in 2009.  Recently Denny has been in the process of moving from the homestead, in which many "relics" have been discovered.  This painting being one of them. 

Saturday, March 21, 2015

Parc Monceau

I have never been to France.  Though I did get a taste of it while visiting St. Martin's French side.  I would love to go to Paris.  I am entering an art contest to win a trip there, so this is my endeavor.  A painting of Parc Monceau.   Would love to see it in person.