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Susan Eyer-Anderson

Susan Eyer-Anderson

Susan Eyer-Anderson Western Art
PO Box 391700
Anza, CA 92539
(951) 970-2252
susaneyeranderson.com

I was born in Los Angeles and raised in Tustin, Ca… in Southern California when it was still rural, and full of the intoxicating scent of orange blossoms for a good part of the year.

My art education was more unconventional than most, in that I have had no formal training whatsoever (other than art classes in high school)… instead being raised by two artists who were Art Center graduates and taught me everything I know so far.

When I was a child, my father worked as a commercial artist in a very stressful environment during the week. He would come home understandably moody and tired, and on the weekends would disappear into the garage for hours to seek solitude and solace. The garage was basically an art studio.I never saw a car in it, just the occasional lawn mower.

He had fashioned an entire wall into an easel and would oil paint there for hours.
(mainly painting seascapes).

My siblings would stay out of there, but I was fascinated and would sneak in there and watch him, knowing that he really wanted his privacy, but I couldn’t help it.

Once he realized that I wasn’t going anywhere, (and was keeping very quiet), he would set up a small canvas and thus began my education.

As I grew up watching my parents struggle with commercial art deadlines and headaches, L chose a different path and became a veterinarian. I graduated from Washington State University in 1990, and have been practicing ever since.

In our spare time, my husband and I ride our four horses, two of which are adopted BLM Mustangs, and enjoy our five Macaws, Three dogs and two cats.

Obviously, I like realism… but without passion, it is futile.

Realism without passion is nothing more than an exercise in rendering.

I try to capture the heart of an animal, person or moment with realism that conveys this energy. The wrestling between light and dark is what makes life interesting, not only in our soul, but visually as well. Color, contrast, subject matter, composition action… all dance together in a highly orchestrated and hopefully delightful way. Triteness is the off key instrument or voice in the room.

There is something about the Old West, Mustangs, other horses, people, and interesting terrain that speaks to me before, during, and after painting them.

My job is to communicate what they are saying onto the canvas.