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October 3, 2018
Liz Pusch Lpusch@oilpaintersofamerica.com
Durango Artist Lyn Boyer Wins Prestigious Bronze Medal Award
The Oil Painters of America grants the Western Regional Exhibition of Traditional Oils Awards
On September 7, 2018, the Oil Painters of America (OPA) presented its 2018 Western Regional Juried Exhibition awards during the Opening Reception & Awards presentation at Mary Williams Fine Arts in Boulder, Colorado.
Durango, Colorado resident Lyn Boyer was awarded one of Oil Painters of America’s highest honors, winning the coveted Bronze Medal award for her painting “Havana Primaries”.
Ms. Boyer competed against top artists from across North America to win this award which included a full-page advertisement in Southwest Art Magazine. When asked about receiving the 2018 Western Regional Exhibition Bronze Medal in the Associate & Signature Artist Division, Ms. Boyer replied, “I was so very honored to have Juror of Awards Mike Desatnick OPA appreciate my painting “Havana Primaries” and recognize it with the Bronze medal.”
Oil Painters of America is one of the leading art organizations in North America today with members from across the United States, Canada, and Mexico. The organization is based in Barrington, Illinois and is dedicated to the preservation of traditional, representational art. OPA hosts a yearly National Exhibition as well as several regional and salon shows throughout the year.
OPA Western Regional Bronze Medal
September 7th – October 6th
16×12 – oil on linen panel
To view Ms. Boyer’s award-winning painting along with the entire award list, please visit www.oilpaintersofamerica.com.
Being a child of the ‘50s I have a few things that are sure to make the world feel right again for a bit. Every now and then I really, really need someone to bring me a hamburger and fries on paper in a red plastic basket, perfectly paired with a chocolate milk shake with the extra left on the table in the metal container it was made in. And… as much ketchup as I want without having to rip open horrible little packets. This is the local eatery, Oscar’s. This is where I go. They don’t have a juke box shaped like a ’55 T-Bird or waitstaff on roller skates like a couple of joints in my old home town. But, Oscar’s is just fine by me. Some days I just need to forget about what’s good for me for a few minutes – turn my back on quinoa and arugula, close my eyes and remember when the worst thing that happened in school was when our own personal Fonz got caught chewing gum and had to wear it on his nose. I’ve been wanting to paint this scene for a long time. This fellow reminded me of my dad – a really wonderful man. Nothing dad liked much better than a frosty root beer float loaded with vanilla ice-cream.
16×8 – oil on linen panel
800.00 – unframed
Seems most every painting I do leaves me with a little something to ponder – my Yoda moments. Anyone familiar with Taos will likely not recognize this as San Francisco de Assisi Mission Church. The typical view shows the sweeping buttresses, bell towers and imposing entry. Always curious I walked around the side of the church. So… immediately threw my gear on the ground, grabbed my sketchbook and quickly recorded enough of the fleeting moment to complete the painting once I got my easel set up. If I put on the brakes, just for a second or two and take the time to look beyond the obvious – life holds all kinds of awesomeness!
San Francisco de Assisi Mission Church – Taos, NM
10×10 – plein air
oil on linen panel
550.00 – unframed
Happy holidays everyone! I got a request from someone to see a bit of the process on the painting of my fox friend that I completed at the gallery this week so here ’tis. Hope you enjoy the peek ‘under the hood’.
A little background. If I do have to paint inside from one of my photos I have two criteria. First, is it something that carries personal memories for me and second, is it something I’ve come to understand through a lot of hours of observation. The fox family has lived under my deck for the past three years and they’ve become something of critter friends – from a polite distance. They’ll look in the window or nap in the sun on occasion a few yards away. One of the babies ended up tottering around under my legs while I had coffee one morning. Mom fox told me what she thought about that – which was not much. I knew I’d just been seriously told off in fox language. Though I secretly wish they’d come inside and hang out on the couch with me I’m careful not to encourage them. Don’t want them to become too comfortable with two-leggeds as sadly, not all are friendly – referring to the two-leggeds, not the foxes .
14×11 oil on linen panel
Available at Sendero Gallery, Durango, CO.
Juniper at Dead Horse Point
Plein Air Moab 2016
Best of Show and Artist’s Choice
8×10 – oil on linen panel
One Possible Reason Boyer’s Piece Won in Moab
Bob Bahr Reporting
Editor, PleinAir Today
Lyn Boyer’s painting “Juniper at Dead Horse Point” took Best of Show at Plein Air Moab, and she’s happier than usual about it for one big reason.
“I consciously don’t paint to win awards,” says Boyer. “If my mind starts to anticipate what might win or what a judge wants, I erase that from my mind. I paint things that I fall in love with. When I was painting the juniper tree, I didn’t even consider that the painting would be noticed. I’m painting in Moab, and my piece is not a rock, it’s not big, and it’s not red. I thought I was taking myself out of the running. So it meant a lot to me to win. I was true to myself.”
The subject matter itself was no accident. Boyer scoped out the site carefully, even if her final choice was a challenging one. “It was not random. It was very specific. I drove in the dark to get to Dead Horse Point at sunrise, and as I was walking around, the junipers were really wonderful and really captivated me,” Boyer recalls. “When I went back on the second day, that one really struck me. Maybe it was its ability to survive. In order to even get the roots of the tree at eye level, I had to get up on a rock. It was a less comfortable place to paint, but that was the view of the tree I wanted. It’s part of the fun, the difficulty, the challenge. It’s part of the experience. But I had to focus — I couldn’t step back 10 feet from my easel like I’m used to doing.”
It may mark the beginning of an informal series of paintings. “I was so fascinated that I’m probably going to paint a lot more junipers,” says Boyer.
I have a really hard time naming paintings. This one…not so much. I had an errand that went bust and made a command decision to ‘feed the white wolf’ and make the best of the situation. Driving home I realized the ‘errand that didn’t happen’ had dragged me out on a stormy day where I found a great subject for a painting.
The name… “Living on the Light Side”
16×12 – oil on Belgian Linen
I love barns. I love barns so much I bought one. A proper barn. 100 years old – up North Michigan by the Lakes. It was built into the side of a south facing hill the way a barn was meant to be with rocks in the foundation so big it would have taken all the mules in Twenty Mule Team Borax to move them. The huge timbers were scored with adz marks. It was three stories. The lower level where the animals kept warm from the low winter sun. The hay loft complete with ladder. And the main level with a hay mow made of timbers. I had never ‘felt’ thunder until I was sitting on the hay mow to escape a storm and the thunder passed through the ground, into the barn and then rolled through the hay mow and out the other side of the barn. Time stopped. As usually happens there was a house that came with the barn complete with a 2 inch, 20 foot deep hand pounded water well and electrical wires sheathed in brown ‘fur’ suspended from glass insulators. We moved in. My daughter Amanda had a chicken named Peeper and a cucumber named Ed. We heard horse hair plaster give way upstairs one evening and found a good chunk of ceiling on her bed. The place was…wonderful. We no longer have the farm but every barn I pass has to either be photographed, noticed in great detail, or in this case painted. The great old buildings that have been kissed by time and made beautiful are passing away. This one looked to me like a perfect patchwork quilt sewn from timber and tin.
Quilt in Timber and Tin
8×10 – plein air oil on linen panel