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Lynda Murison - It's a dialogue between me and the canvas

Lynda Murison lives in Great Brak River and is a member of the South Cape Association for Visual Arts (SCAVA). She used to be a fashion designer in order to put bread on the table, but now she is finally in a place where she can practise her passion for art full-time. She also teaches weekly art classes in her home studio, and she tries to carry her joy and love for art over to her students. Here, she tells the story of how doing her own art and not painting for someone else has given her creative freedom.

“I’m an artist, I paint every day. I studied through various teachers and mentors, however, there is only one way to improve, and that is to keep painting to keep practising.  Like a jogger has an endorphin release, painting puts me in another zone. It’s quite an addictive place to be, the perfect place.

“I’ve been painting all my life, but due to economic reasons I turned to the fashion industry. I remained in the industry until I came to Great Brak River, which was several years ago when I retired. I’ve had a few successful exhibitions in Pretoria, through which realized my passion. I worked hard at my art to enable me to paint on a full-time basis. Since I’ve been in Great Brak River, I have sold quite a lot of my paintings for which I feel very grateful and blessed, as it’s not easy to get into the art world.

“My fashion designs where created with a purpose…. how many of these can I make in the shortest period of time to equal a profit at the end of the day?’ I don’t ever expect to sell any of my paintings. I paint purely because I have to. Some people have to jog, some people have to drink, some have to smoke, I have to paint!

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"I have painted for the public. But it nearly killed every iota of creative flair in me. Because you’re forcing yourself to paint something the public wants. I’m not going to do that again."

“When somebody says ‘Wow, I like what you’ve done and I’m prepared to give you some money for it,’ it’s quite a wow factor because they’re not buying my painting, they’re loving a piece of me. I’ve given birth to that painting.
With a white canvas in front of me, it’s scary. I have to dig into myself to find out what it is that I’m going to express and why, so that’s how I start – it doesn’t always turn out like that, the canvas tells me to go a different route. It becomes a continuous dialogue between me and the canvas.

“I have painted for the public, but it nearly killed every iota of creativity in me. Because you’re forcing yourself to paint something the public wants. I’m not going to do that again, I can’t do that again – I was warned against it, I didn’t listen, so now I know why and I’m now going to advise other people and they may not listen, but at least they’ve heard. To take two steps back and just to paint for yourself.

“I always feel as if I’m in a stage of learning, because that is how art is, you can never stop learning. There’s always something more that captures or tickles you as an artist.”

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