Karen Lynn Link Fine Art

Some photographs seem to contain a painting almost from the beginning. [...]

Some paintings take you somewhere you didn't expect to go. [...]

There was a point when I realized I was at a painting crossroads. [...]

This painting began with two massive cottonwood trees at Standley Lake Reservoir. I was drawn to their size and presence, and to the way they seemed to frame the landscape beyond them. [...]

The hillside rose and fell in gentle undulations, covered with clusters of junipers. There were no dramatic rock formations or towering trees competing for attention. [...]

At first, it wasn’t the water that caught my attention. It was the relationship between the river, the trees, and the rocks. [...]

Some paintings begin with a place and gradually become something else. [...]

Some landscapes invite us to stop and look more carefully. Others encourage us to wonder what lies beyond the next bend. [...]

Sometimes the most meaningful parts of a landscape are not the first things that capture our attention. [...]

"Still Here" was inspired by an ash tree near my home, silhouetted against the colors of a late summer sunset. [...]

There are places along the Front Range that feel immediately familiar, even if you’ve only passed through them a few times. [...]

There are moments in winter when the landscape feels like it’s shifting right in front of you. [...]

There are stretches along Alkire where the land feels like it opens without effort—wide, quiet, and uncontained. [...]

There’s a stretch west of Simms Street, near Standley Lake, where the land opens up just before the foothills begin to rise. It’s not dramatic in the obvious way, no sharp peaks or sweeping turns, but something about the space holds your attention longer than you expect. [...]

I can remember the first time I was bitten by the art bug. My third-grade class went outside to draw for art day. It was a beautiful afternoon, and I suspect the teachers wanted to be outside as much as the students did. [...]

I’m on the third day of cleaning up my studio. It suffered a pipe burst and . . . [...]

We can see the forces and splendor of nature in the summits of foothills that meander back and forth like gentle waves, leading to the flat expanse of the plains. The horizon stretches endlessly, reminding us of the vastness of our world and our humble place within it. [...]

What comes to mind when I mention trees? Do you think of springtime blossoms, autumn colors, and the task of raking leaves? I have a deep appreciation for trees in all their beauty. [...]