Studio 25 - Linda Storm - The Storm Hold

Category / Medium:  Paintings / Drawings
Mixed Media

Favorite Nearby Restaurant:  Tune Up Cafe


Something magical awakened in me. I remember the smell of the oil paint, the feel of the brush in my hand, the delight of seeing the colors smeared onto the canvas. Every part of my 3-year-old body was immersed in the experience.

After I left the scene, I heard my father shout, “What happened to my painting?!”

I loved to read enchanting stories about powerful goddesses. Whenever I had blank paper, I drew the divas I imagined in those tales. To me, they were real. 

Outside, on the sprawling land, I marveled at dew drops on a spider’s web, and discovered ancient fossils. I remember feeling the sky becoming part of me as I breathed, and I found forever in the black between the stars.

I was full of curiosity as I danced in the rain. I watched seeds sprout, sending their roots into Earth’s buried past, and I often dreamed I was flying in hot air currents, over volcanoes.

Incessantly through sleep and wakefulness, I asked, where did we come from, why are we here, how did we get here?

Today, with a variety of mixed mediums always available, I am never limited in expressing myself artistically. They include paint, iridescence, rainwater, ground minerals, and glow-in-the-dark pigments on various surfaces. With paintbrushes, palette knives, and airbrush I assemble layers of colors, textures, and meaning. 

My paintings of goddesses from ancient global cultures are parables that bring to light important contemporary issues about equal rights, social structures and political power.

I find great value in collaborating with, and inspiring others, and I love to explore and complete complex projects. When I create, I trust the process completely, as I bring to life a visual story never seen before. I am so presently in the moment when I paint that the caw of a raven, a word, a song – anything – could affect the image I’m creating. Once while painting, I felt a presence behind me. I turned and saw a humming bird fluttering its wings at a standstill outside my window, watching me. I worked its portrait into my art. We were one, that bird and I. 

My art conveys my wonder, as we rotate on a living orb revolving around a star.