Portsmouth, NH, the New Hampshire Art Association will be holding a “Body of Work: Series IV” exhibition during the month of August at the Robert Lincoln Levy Gallery, 136 State Street. Throughout the year, NHAA holds several “Body of Work” exhibitions to give its members opportunities to showcase their work. Featured artists present their overall… Read More
Carla M Zwahlen Fine Art
An artist observes. In childhood, I learned the power of observation. It was during an era when children were often seen and not heard while mothers visited friends. To save me from boredom, I observed the details of my surroundings, and then escaped into my thoughts to redesign, change the colors and move the room’s furniture. I didn’t realize my early-age creative activity was a basic ingredient to nurture and wake the artist in me. Whenever asked, “what do you want to be when you grow up,” an artist easily rolled off my tongue. Throughout the years, I submerged myself in my sketchbook or canvas to scribble, draw, or paint my impressions of the world around me. I furthered my artistic desire with studies at Long Beach City College, CA, and The Art Institute, Boston.
I met my Swiss husband while skiing. During our trips to Switzerland, we combined hikes on the Alps with his passion for climbing vertical walls and my passion for art. His back contents included climbing gear and my sketchbooks and pencils. My sketchbooks soon filled with a treasure trove of drawings for later paintings. Many years later, when I lost my husband to cancer, a French Prince, known to my sister, invited me to live at his ancestral chateau for a repose of several months. Every day, God’s presence sustained me., and my artwork became as crucial to my day as eating. Every day I walked the expansive chateau grounds and filled my sketchbooks with drawings of the gardens, the woodland paths, the hunt-house, the pond,the sunrise and sunset, and the indigo night sky. The power of art to aid in my healing was evident. When my focus stayed on completing a drawing or a painting, my thoughts did not focus on loss and grief.
Simply put, I paint the landscapes of life for the joy of it and often for story that inspired the painting.
Oils, Pastels, and Sometimes Pencil
My paintings hang in private and corporate collections in the USA, France and Switzerland.
Photograph taken of me while hiking the Swiss Alps with my husband, summer, 1970
A QUIET PLACE PASTEL I PAINTED DURING MY SELF-ISOLATION. 9″X 12″ PASTEL ON ARCHIVAL MUSEUM BOARD. $315 UNFRAMED, FRAMED $415, FREE SHIPPING, PAYPAL ACCEPTED ART AND PURPOSE – FOR BEAUTY, FOR JOY, AND THOUGHT THROUGH VISUAL EXPRESSION, AND FOR A DEEPER PURPOSE – FOR HEALING
When I lived for several months in France as the guest at a large walled-in Chateau estate, I enjoyed early morning walks through the forest, the formal gardens, and a secret garden. As the sun rose to filter its light through the woods, the trees looked as though someone burned the tree-tops with millions of… Read More