Susann Cate Lynn

In May 2015, I went backpacking on the Camino de Santiago, in Spain.  The experience affected me deeply.  Coming back from that trip, I started painting with a fervor; it became a means for assimilating and processing the experience – helping me appreciate and feel confidence in my style of artistic expression.   It is becoming such Joy and Adventure.  It is my “Way”.  

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(NOT) A LONELY PAINTER!

I live in a box of paints…

I was born and raised in Carmel-by-the-Sea, where the culture of artistic expression and extraordinary natural beauty was an everyday part of my youth, and helped foster my desire to express and create artistically.  

My early art training consisted of elementary, high school and college art classes with artists who were gifted and supportive instructors, many of whom were Carmel Art Association members.  I received a good foundation in color, design, composition, and life drawing. 

During the years of parenthood, my artistic expression was primarily through arts and crafts, home design, sewing and gardening.  I was a ballet dancer most of my life, and continued en pointe, until I was pregnant with my second child.  Being a parent and school/community volunteer was very engaging and fulfilling.  I also worked in the non-profit social service field for 20 years.  I didn’t really get into painting with any consistency until 2010, when an old school friend said we should get back to painting!  So we did.  And I painted and I painted…

In May 2015, I went backpacking on the Camino de Santiago, in Spain.  The experience affected me deeply.  Coming back from that trip, I started painting with a fervor; it became a means for assimilating and processing the experience – helping me appreciate and feel confidence in my style of artistic expression.   It is becoming such Joy and Adventure.  It is my “Way”.  

I was hiking – trudging, more like it, up a seemingly endless incline in the French Pyrennes, and skidding down the other side into Spain.  I needed to hear myself express appreciation – “You’re doing great!   It will get easier!”  But I was brutally hard on myself – hearing that I was lagging, going too slow.  The external and internal voices nearly broke me down.   An angel (from New Zealand, no less!), sitting on the side of the path, reminded my traveling companion and me, that this wasn’t a race. 

My time walking, often alone (I’m a slow walker, always stopping and looking…), was such a demonstration that Life is a solo experience.  Coming home and finding catharsis through my painting really has helped me honor my own way of “walking” – whether it’s in Spain, or “walking through” a painting experience, or my daily life.  We are EACH walking our own “Way”, every single minute of every day. 

“Experiences aren’t what happens to us; it’s what we DO with what happens to us”. -Experiences are the gifts through which we can know  ourselves more fully, and get closer to living in Joy.  Creating art does that for me. 

I continue to take workshops, and practice being a beginner, because many times I feel that way, standing  in front of a blank canvas, or with a painting that’s wanting to go somewhere I can’t see, yet. 

How truly wonderful.