MEMORIES

I first met Sue in a Landscape class I was teaching at Chastain Art Center decades ago. It was January and bitterly cold outside, so we were working in the studio from sketches or photos when suddenly Sue announced "I'm determined to paint plein air", gathered up her painting gear andleft to paint

My sister, Ann Lindsay, and I had the most hilarious and wonderful evening with Sue at a rooftop hotel in Charleston. She was just full of joy and told so many funny stories! She was such a delight and had a spark for life.

Sue and I took a couple of workshops together offered by plein air painters. It was not uncommon for the teachers to offer their paintings for sale to their students at the end of the workshop. Sue would occasionally buy one, but in the case of Kevin McPherson, a well known and celebrated teacher

I have many fond memories of painting with Sue in various venues around Georgia, in the North Carolina mountains where she had a home, in Richmond, VA; Huntington, AL; Savannah, Charleston, and in Maine. We were part of a group of plein air painters from Georgia who were dedicated to painting on

This weary old Earth is a sadder, drearier place with the loss of Sue’s vast talents, impeccable taste, and wonderful laughter.

The following address was given by Rosanne Kohanim on April 13 2023 at a meeting of the North Buckhead Garden Club. It is reprinted with her permission. -John Stewart II. Sue Stewart was at the organizational meeting of the North Buckhead Garden Club. She happily jumped at the opportunity to be ou

We met Susan working in her garden, in Baltimore. We began, just chatting about plants and our old stone houses. Soon, we were visiting, examining one another’s antiques and Susan’s artwork. It didn’t take long for us to be out and about visiting nurseries, always buying more plants. We took a l