Chessney Sevier Fine Art

Here’s a few examples of paintings I’ve done this summer using my favorite palette colors of Cadmium Orange and Transparent Red Oxide!

Me and my daughter Jymie at our home this June

We hope our kids grow up to be who they want to be. No matter what they choose to do they have our love and support as long as it’s legal and doesn’t harm people. BUT, there’s a part of me that hopes my daughter grows up loving horses like I do. I’ve often asked myself why it matters and I suppose it’s selfish mostly. Of course I hope we have something in common and a life with horses is something I can share with her. I know she’s going to learn discipline, responsibility, persistence and goal setting with any sport or activity. Anything she loves to do will encourage her to get off the couch and out into the world. It’s about her life and her future and not mine. BUT, still, there’s just something about horses, cattle and being outside that uplifts one’s spirit and that’s something any parent would wish for their child.

Bart, my husband and Jymie’s dad
when he was a kid.

Bart’s sister Angel Davis and her husband
Greg with their kids at Circle C Days this spring.

Happy Trails From Jymie, her mom and her
big fat bay horse, Mercedes!

A storm had just passed over and another was on the way. Sleet and snow mostly. Patterns of sunlight and dark clouds, sage and mud, and green and gray inspired this painting, “Passing Over Badwater”.

The one day the wind didn’t blow like a hurricane I set up my easel outdoors and completed my first painting on location for the year. A busy toddler and horses that need to be ridden on nice days limit my outdoor painting time but now that there is some green grass I’m making it a priority. This painting was an experiment because for the first time I painted on a a white canvas (usually paint on board with an orange underpainting) with only the primary colors of Cad. Yellow Lemon, Permanent Red Bright and Ultramarine Blue. The painting was composed from a landscape on our property. The color intensity seems a little subtle but I believe it’s pretty accurate considering it’s still a little gray from the cold winter we’ve had. I believe painting outdoors has ruined me from wanting to paint in my studio.

From an email my sister-in-law sent me:
Gage was “saddled-up” on Thunder the other night and Brody was riding his horse, Smooch… got some fun pictures for the time of evening it was! Gage was determined that Thunder’s “legs” could carry him anywhere Brody went… and they did all over our steep hills here just west of the house!! Tougher than his mom for sure!! (Claysen rode Freddie that evening too, but was already dismounted & back at the barn… darn it!)

Be sure to click on the images to get a bigger image.

Many things can leave impressions on our lives. People, events and even places can forever haunt us in a bad or good way. As an artist, I’ve been most impacted by places I’ve been. My own home in Wyoming brings me great comfort and joy. Being in love with a place must have something to do with what we value, what’s familiar or what we identify ourselves with but I think it might go deeper than that. Could it be plain dirt, sagebrush and rocks are part of my origin? Could my ancestors who lived here on both sides of my mom’s family be part of the power of attraction I feel? This might be all “Crazy Artist” stuff but I’m sure everyone has had a similar feeling of Power of Place.

My Uncle’s ranch outside Lost Cabin, Wyoming has been a place I’ve always been drawn to and inspired to express in my artwork. I have a painting I would like to share with you from his place.

The piece that most sums it up is a two-plate etching (2005) of horses and a map of my Uncle’s property. The etching is titled, “Uncle’s Place”. With this piece I won Best of Class (Class being the category of 2-dimensional works) at the Heard Indian Art Market in 2005.

The writing on the etching reads, “I was there just days after I was born. Maybe that is why I go back. The sage is as big as trees and the horses run off the mountain.”

And some others,

The horses dominant in these images were those of Hank Franzen’s of Powder River Rodeo Co. My uncle was leasing pasture on his place to Hank a few years ago. He had the horses on the mountain all summer and then when it was time to ship them out we trailed them 14 miles down the Big Horn trail to the ranch. I believe my collection of good memories adds to my fondness of the place.

A few oil landscape paintings of Wyoming to present.

Two years ago for Easter we went on a drive from my Uncle’s ranch to Ten Sleep, WY. It was one of the best days I can remember. The country we saw traveling North along the Nowood Creek was a paradise of red dirt, new spring grass and sagebrush. I was envious of the ranchers who live there so far from civilization and unable to leave most winter months due to roads drifted in snow. The ancient sandstone formations and long-time family ranches made me think of an old country few men know.

Once upon a moonlit Western painting an artist painted a gray horse in some shabby corrals and tied him to the fence. She then added a few stars and some sagebrush. The horse was haired-up for winter and so a bit of wind-blown snow was needed. A lot of Cad. Yellow and Cobalt Blue later, a night-time Cowboy painting was born. The Artist rested content.

“Where can I find a white horse for the winter night scene I’ve always wanted to paint?”, I thought. That’s easy enough, I’ll use Clyde the Wonder Horse. We use Clyde for EVERYTHING (Ranch horse, Ranch Rodeo Horse, Rope Horse, Kid’s Horse and now Model for Night-time Painting Horse).
I felt like a tiny ant trying to place a potato chip on a rock when I tried to saddle my husband’s very tall horse with his very heavy saddle. I could have used my own saddle but it wouldn’t have been as authentic because I have such short stirrups. Not everyone identifies small women as cowboy icons.

Here’s how it was done once the photo shoot was complete.

Beginning stages of painting before the paint is applied. It takes me more time to compose the drawing and composition than it does to complete the painting.

Here’s the painting with the darks and mid-tones added.

Final Detail

The End.

What’s a Podunk you might ask? Well, a Podunk is a tiny remnant of a town that still has life. In Wyoming and in other wide open spaces, any slight suggestion or hint of a town qualifies it as a destination on a map. Some of these “towns” might only have one building. What makes it curious is that this one building might be a place of business or even a functioning post office that someone lives in. A post office might also be a place where one can buy a candy bar and some fencing pliers. So interesting and unique to me, I have been inspired to try and capture the character of rural Wyoming in my miniature paintings. The images themselves are no larger than four inches wide and just over a couple inches tall. Yes, they are small but they are alive…just like their real-life inspirations.
I would like to preview my first Night-time Podunk, “Christmas at Rooster’s, Glendo, Wyoming”

Please click on the thumbnails below to view a few of my other paintings from the “Project Podunk Series”.  All of the paintings shown here are sold.  I’ll put new one’s up when they are completed.

Hole in the Wall Bar, Kaycee, WY	Waltman, WY	Shawnee, WY
Lysite Store and Post Office, Lysite, WY	Downtown Ten Sleep, WY	Lost Springs Bar, Lost Springs, WY
Spotted Horse, WY	Node Post Office, Node, WY	The Double Shot Bar, Rock River, WY

Ok, I know every artist who ever depicted a horse in any shape or form has a “bucking horse and cowboy” image to their credit. Yes, it’s been done and redone. Joe De Yong, Russell and Remington are just a few. BUT, I just couldn’t help myself. So here is my very soul, a deep passion for Western iconoclasm and possibly a little “bronc bustin’ ” bloodlines, thrown down on paper. Oh yea and I even explain how I did it.

STEP 1: Check on the Little One to make sure she is sleeping properly and will not disrupt the creative process for at least 30 minutes. As you can tell, I do most of this at night or when my husband is home to help me.

There will be a few changes here and there with a burnisher and dry point tool after I analyze the proof day and night. I post everything on the fridge door where I can see it all day. When it’s perfect (to me), there’s a break in the toddler hurricane, and the Print Gods say it’s time….I sneak away and begin printing. This part of the process is NOT fun. It’s boring and it takes days to complete. One little mistake or a smudge on the paper disqualifies the print from making the edition. Why do I do what I do again?

It’s because I love the final product all framed up and hanging on my wall or someone else’s (please check back to see the finished product).With prints you can have more than one original, just like a bronze edition.

Now, you purist bronc riders out there…I realize the flank strap in on the wrong side. The image is reversed from when I first captured it. I liked the look of the horse and cowboy facing right better than my original sketch. This is a ranch rodeo bronc rider and not a professional deal either. The cowboy is showing off for his buddies that are so glad he volunteered to ride the bronc. Later, over a Coors Light, they will give him a pat on the back for the phenomenal “Hat Fan Job” he gave that “bucking son-of-a-gun”.

Hence the title I gave this etching, “President of the Fan Club”.