Libby Osmond Guy

Meet Libby

As a Newfoundlander, living away, I have continued feeling of displacement. It seems I am always looking for “something of home”, whether that be a memory of an object, place or people.  I explore my memory of place and sense of belonging in my work.  It gives me something to hang on to both metaphorically and physically.

I also like to explore with my sketchbook and camera. When travelling I take lots of photos but the photo itself never seems to be enough. Through sketching the place I get a chance to make an experience happen. The experience I create through sketching, whether with paint, ink or pencil, allows me to recall the feelings I have about the place when I get back in the studio. I can't leave a sketch too long as the memory of the experience dissipates after time.

I sometimes feel vulnerable when displaying my art in public. It’s an opportunity to make connections with people who will enjoy the work at the show and/or at home. I find art shows a positive experience as it allows me to discuss the painting with viewers as they respond to the pieces.

Each individual viewer will bring something of their own understanding to the meaning of a painting then piece becomes a shared experience between the maker and the viewer. When someone feels a connection to my work, as I do and desire to hang that piece in their home that person has completed my intent for my work. They become the final step in my process. That provides me with a sense of joy. There is someone out there who is going to enjoy my work for a long time into the future.

On the side: about me

I have always enjoyed the creative side of myself whether it was drawing, painting, ceramics or making craft projects. My mom was a maker and influenced me greatly in that area. When my siblings and I were growing my mom would make clothing, dolls, Christmas ornaments, dough baskets, I could go on and on. My favorite memory of making with my mom involved a seventh grade paper mache project. It was a full nativity set spray painted in gold.  And my teacher at the time, Mrs. Nash, was very impressed!

An artist in her natural habitat