Lynn Schwebach

Like many, I have lived through times of extreme joy and heartbreaking sadness—sometimes inexplicably at the same time. Only through painting can I process and express the simultaneous range of feelings that words cannot explain. Shapes, textures and personalities lure me into subjects that often combine conflicting emotions like joy and sadness, or confusion and stability. It's the space between opposite emotions that captures my interest. Through my art, I want to create a walkway into a transcendent place where easily defined emotions don't apply. This is the essence of my personal style. 

I left Chicago in 1987 and began my professional life as a writer. I took my first photography class in 1989 and fell in love with the art of the photo. In 1993, I began taking drawing and painting classes and workshops from a number of Colorado and Wyoming artists. Most recently, I have taken classical art classes at the Boulder School of Fine Art and the REAL Academy in Denver.

Inspiration surrounds my home in Colorado, but I also travel to faraway places—always searching for new ways to express complex emotions. 

I hope that through my art I will continue my son Jake's quest for beauty, grace, and meaning. Jake left this earth way too early. He struggled with mental illness almost his entire 22 years. But while here, he shared my love of beauty through the lens and with paint. His experiments with his art committed me to courageous exploration and daring. 

Suicide Prevention

A percentage of each sale made on schwebacharts.com will be donated to a suicide prevention group, or another social justice or arts organization.  If you purchase a painting and would like 15% donated to a specific cause or organization, please contact me.

Proceeds of past sales have been donated to Touchstone Health Partners in Fort Collins, Colorado, Lighthouse Writers Workshop in Denver, The Loveland Foundation in New York City, and No More Deaths in Ajo, Arizona.

Jacob Schwebach

At the age of 14, Jake held his hands up to me—his mother— on a dark, sultry summer night. He used his index fingers and thumbs to make a square frame, and held this artist’s viewfinder up to my eyes so I could see what he was seeing. Through darkened low-hanging branches over Lake Madison in South Dakota, Jake showed me how he would frame a picture of the branches, coconut-white moon and crystalline water. “Look at this picture. So beautiful. When I get my camera, I will be taking shots like these all the time.” A few weeks later, Jake got his first 35mm camera, and before he passed away at the age of 22, in November 2015, he held true to that promise. He took thousands of stunning photos on three different continents, of cherished friends, family, animals and any and all objects of elegance. Jake also discovered his passion for environmental activism and social justice as many of his later photos demonstrate. Jake’s photographs speak of his quest to find grace in this often unkind world—because at times, Jake suffered great loneliness. Jake's work often reflects his search for hope, and for the conviction of things not seen.