ESM & Her Art Studio

Wall of Art, 3/2022

"Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life," Picasso

Web Designer & The Artist, 3/2022Together my son Scott and I developed this new website for "On The Road Art Studio." Fun and a lot of work!
Morning Has Broken (in process)48 x 48, oil on canvas, commission, 1st Congregational, UCC, Claremont, California
Delivery of painting. It didn't fit in any cars, so we walked it into Claremont to the church. December, 2019
My wonderful easel was made by Bob Hughes (in Florida), Model #3000. It holds a canvas from very small up to 4 ft square. The painting is a work in progress--oil on canvas of Johnson's Pasture, a favorite walking area for those of us who live in Claremont.
These are 'drying' racks for paintings--being used for another purpose at this moment.

Art ... a feast for the eye 

and soul

Open Studio, May 1, 2023 after most people were gone, here I am describing something about my work to the last to leave. I'm exhausted but still 'holding court' as the friend who took this photo said!
This old watercolor of mine is at present in the Fine Arts Studio here on the campus at Pilgrim Place. It is a frame shop that I have managed for almost two decades. The painting is of my little, red cabin in Greer, AZ. It was my 'hide out' from big jobs for many years and is where I started to paint.
A view of The Red Barn GalleryLindsborg, Kansas, photo by Eleanor I first applied for their Artist-in-Residence program for the month of September in 2006. I lived and painted in this historic studio and home in Lindsborg while painting in the studio and taking my paint box around the countryside as well. I also enjoyed visiting with visitors who came into the studio and taught a class in Plein Air painting. Lester Raymer, artist extraordinaire, had lived and worked here through much of the 20th century, dying in 1991 and now his former home and studio host artists year-round encompassing a wide variety of mediums and has become an art destination spot in Central Kansas.It became my honor to return as the Artist-in-residence for the month of September in 2007 and 2008.
When I got my new 'blue' glasses friends and family wanted to see what they looked like. So I took this selfie in front of one of my 'blue' paintings.
In September of 2021, on the anniversary of 9/11, my seven watercolors of depicting my interpretation of that event were exhibited in the Claremont City Hall. Here I am with half of the exhibit.
Here I am sitting in my friend Carol's San Anselmo house, with my painting of the Rio Grande Gorge, Taos, on the wall behind me.
Ad for my art work was produced by Southwest Art Magazine following the Paint Out in Cheyenne in 2008 where my painting of the on-coming summer storm over the capitol dome was the first to be sold.
Painting Wyoming & Cheyenne, July 2008At the end of the week-long event with about 40 plein air painters from around the country. We each painted about 6 or 7 canvases so it was a big art show.
Paint Out: Rocky Mountain National Park, August 2008A 2-week event with other artists from around the country--about 30 of the best plein air painters of that time. Here I am standing next to a few of my paintings at the final day--the exhibit of our work filled three large  art galleries in Estes Park.
Neighbors of mine commissioned me to paint a reproduction of David Hockney's Mulholland Drive: The Road to the Studio. Here I am in their home, my painting on the wall beside me, with a few of the visitors for the Grand Opening. They had bought, and installed, a giant artists' painting brush just above the painting itself. About 10 years later they moved and the new family painted over the painting. But it was great fun to paint and my friends, and thier guests, enjoyed it for many years.

Teaching art--using both watercolor and oils--has been one of my greatest pleasures.

Here is a drawing I made to describe to my painting classes how to compose a painting with a center of interest.
This little demo was used in my watercolor class studying how to develop contrasts that add drama, depth, and beauty--and especially how to 'paint' white!
Eleanor Scott Meyers, Winter 2022, in front of her home at Pilgrim Place.Photo by Carol Robb
Eleanor Scott MeyersArtist Statement, October 2017I have been painting for about 17 years now ... and I am continually overwhelmed by the transformation that is taking place in me since I first began to see everything--view the world through the eyes of a painter.Today I paint to learn to see even more ... about this beautiful land, about myself, about life itself. I paint to learn to see anew. I paint to learn to appreciation all that is and more--hoping that what I put down with my brushes may invite others to take a closer look at everything: to see the lines, the shapes, the light contrasts, the colors, the textures, the beauty of the whole.I'm watching and listening to my brushes, in conversation, calling them and myself toward the beauty for there is so much beauty everywhere we turn--if we can learn to really see it.

The UNHEARD POET and Rackham's CAT

Jalapeno cheese bread

cradled like children

and grandchildren in 

the maternity ward

hallway. A natural 

ease born of wonderful 

experience and grace.

My page, your canvas

waiting to be filled

freed from emptiness

awaiting creation

bringing fulfillment

the cat walks along

the fence and out of the


we tell them

where it went.



Arther Rackham, 1867-1939

One morning I walked into the Village to buy a loaf of Jalapeno cheese bread I had ordered the day before. Passing the coffee shop I noticed a young man seated at one of the patio tables with a cup of coffee, small typewriter, and a sign: Free Poems

He caught my curiosity as I walked on down the street to the bakery. 

Returning, with my fresh loaf of bread, he was still here...sitting alone. I started to walk on by, then hesitated, 'Why pass him by?"

I sat down. He smiled, "Would you like for me to write a poem for you?"

Yes, please.

He asked a question or two...I offered I was a grandmother, showed him the bakery's beautiful Jalapeno bread, and mentioned I was a landscape artist. 

He put a sheet of paper into the typewriter, his fingers on the small keyboard...and typed without stopping...then handed the paper to me. 

Smiling, I thanked him, gave him all the money I had--change from my purchase--and walked home, thinking: 'life can be totally amazing!' 

I'd already been gifted with the refrigerator magnet...the cat walking along the fence. Now, his poem, Rackham's image, art telling the world a story about the exploring cat.