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Mrs. Lynn Boyd

( by Mrs. Luciana Queirolo)
The pathos of a stone that slowly dries, it recall the shades flowing along the sides of  the mountains, at sunrise or at sunset :
The Song of a sparrow departs. It's starting signal.
Golden Light floods the slope sides;
it slips, dispersing the faint light in valley.
A veil of Fog is lifted.
 
The Lynn's paintings have in common with stones receptiveness for water.
They contain freshness in a Eternal Spring… you almost have the certainty that the color will never dry.
The mountain lake..... the same mountain is not mountain, but image reflected in water.
The colors that Lynn amalgamates, the way according to which dissolves them.... they are reflections on water in which you lose, in a state of relaxant hypnosis.
Innumerable are the thoughts of Lynn that I remember; also more apparently simple, they contain deep intuitions that looks straigth to heart.
"....For my mood, every time that i look at a stones, it's as if you felt a song. I think that other people do it. We feel the same song, but I have a different tone for each.

"....For my mood, every time that i look at a stones, it's as if you felt a song. I think that other people do it. We feel the same song, but I have a different tone for each. I imagine the stone song. I like to feel the stone name that other that other people use .... I have the names for my stones, but I rarely say to someone what they are. I think that, perhaps, it's because I am a little ashamed to be at times rather imaginative....... When we speak together, it's like read contemporarily different books - it makes me try a greatest value and one more ample extension of stone Art. 
  
The Art is the action to trascend the Nature. How much this increases the value of the art and with that meaning! - of this, I have often had notes from my instructors and from my reading on philosophy in the Art. It is told in philosophy: "The man can get morality only if he trascends his human nature.... When the man examines the Good Art, he raises his thoughts to dream or to create the proper world in a niche over a Nature that transcends the reality".
 
Taking suiseki, art form, to heart
 ( by Mrs. Lynn Boyd)
 
My discovery of suiseki was the most unexpected experience of an art career of over 30 years. I was a teacher in our community college for almost 20 years and previous to that had studied in the state college for four years, then travelled in Great Britain, France, Germany, Mexico and Italy to find the arts in their own homes, among their people.
My last finishing study was with a Russian artist, Sergei Bongart who had come to. Following that guidance I felt knowledgeable about the universal art Canons and I began developing my own painting.
This was when suiseki interupted by introducing such a difference in arts.
Someone showed me a suiseki with a magic that touched me, a mountain stone with a warm sun rose color tipping the mountain top. My sudden introduction with suiseki then brought my first experience with an art form providing a unique transcending pleasure or meditation. The presentation in stone with such effective close fondness with nature was indeed a promise of much enjoyment.
It is odd that deeply into that personal growing in my art I would become so aware of the Asian arts. Gradually the quality that draws transcendent thought from us began to increase my interest. It was a new experience, a search where the mind seeks nature and beauty and the stone offers a form of inspiring shape drawing us to project from just one flash of recognition a permanent mental creation of something brought to life in stone by our mind. Suiseki became the most intriguing to me when I gazed upon the stone as it sat on its stand representing to me some manner of natural life.

Seat myself and look at a stone:
“The seated woman”.
 It becomes so related to my life.
     

 
I have a stone woman cooking
over fire on a stone,
while I must stand over a stove
and cook.

     

There are reflections of the mountains I know, and one of a grotto I can visit. 

It is somehow so sharing of life to see these permanent and forever pictures.
Somehow they have more life for me than photos: the stone being so everlasting.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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