Steven Christopher Seward Biography

My Parents

My parents met each other when they were students at the Art Institute of Chicago in 1948. My father, James Edwin Seward, was raised in the Deep South and had recently finished his service in the Navy. Up till then, he was a totally self-taught artist who had never met a professional artist in his life.

With an accent sounding like Gomer Pyle, gales of laughter would erupt when he opened his mouth in art school. Being a very serious student however, he was greatly annoyed when he first heard my mother giggling and talking with her friends in the back of the classroom while he was trying to study.

Undeterred by this encounter, they married, moved to Cleveland, Ohio, and raised five children, four of whom became professional artists.

Yours truly entered the scene in 1958.

Great-Grandma & Steven by J. E. Seward 1962
Portrait of Steven, by J. E. Seward 1965

My Father, My Teacher

I pretty much learned all my painting skills from my father.

James E Seward Self-Portrait

Recently deceased, he was a free-lance illustrator and portrait painter who worked at home in his studio, so my siblings and I were immersed in the art business whether we liked it or not.

I had a sort of old fashioned master/apprentice relationship with my father, where I eventually got good enough that I helped work on some of his paintings.

This intense training, plus a particularly fervent high school art teacher (Anthony Eterovich), helped me to win the highest number of gold medal awards of any student in the National Scholastic Art Competition.

In that particular year, the showing of the students’ works happened to be in Chicago, unbeknownst to my grandparents who resided there. One day my grandfather bolted frantically out of the bathroom upon hearing screams from my grandmother. Fearing that some calamity had befallen her, he instead found her clutching a Chicago Tribune Newspaper. She had unexpectedly stumbled upon a large color picture of one of my paintings in an article about the show.

Art School

After graduating High School, three of my siblings and I went to different art schools.

My own experience (at a very prestigious art school that I shall not name) was almost a complete waste of time. I had teachers who never picked up a pencil or paintbrush, and pretty much just left us students to learn on our own.

And all this after paying big bucks!

Nevertheless, I continued training under my father (and mother) on the side, and I quit art school after a year and a half.

Teaching Art

A job immediately fell into my lap that entailed painting portraits of the past mayors of Parma, Ohio, and teaching community art classes.

Teaching proved to be a valuable experience for me. I had students that ranged in age from kindergarteners all the way through seasoned citizens. The act of teaching what I had learned, to people of widely varying skill levels, helped to crystallize my own concepts on art.

I still enjoy teaching, but nowadays I only have an occasional private student.

American Greetings

I grew restless after a couple of years of teaching and I ventured into the world of greeting card illustration, going to work for American Greetings Corporation where I was abruptly fired after only three months.

At the end of the workday one Friday afternoon I was summoned into the office by two of my superiors. Quite oblivious of the situation, I wisecracked “So, what did you call me in for? To fire me?” Nobody laughed. I began to get worried.

They actually did me a favor by forcing me to get my priorities straight and to pursue what I really liked best: painting people.

On My Own


I started by drawing sketches of people at local art shows. I showed samples of my oil paintings along with the drawings, and gradually I picked up commissions to do oil portraits.

A key person who helped me get going is a woman named Mary Reynolds who sat for one of my pencil sketches, and later asked if she could become a part-time agent for me despite having no previous experience. This worked out very well.

Eventually I accumulated enough work that I abandoned the pencil sketching.

At various times I’ve had a large enough backlog of work that I’ve enlisted the services of my father and my two brothers, Peter and Tom. Some of the paintings you see on my web site contain brushstrokes from these family members.

In fact, within my family circle there has been quite a bit of sharing of skills where every member has worked on somebody else’s pictures at one time or another. Once, for fun, we did a pastel of my cousin Wendy where literally everybody drew on a part of the picture.

Steven Seward

Steven Seward at home

Mixing My Own Paints

I have always been a stickler for archival permanence and I stay informed on the latest advances in artists’ materials and supplies.

Steven making paint

One area which may seem archaic but is actually more progressive, is the hand grinding of my own oil paints. Grinding is the term commonly used for the process of making oil paint. The term comes from the laborious work involved in endlessly grinding a glass muller back and forth over a mixture of linseed oil and raw pigment that often refuse to intermix.

This shotgun wedding of materials produces a superior paint, made to my own exacting specifications.

It has been a little over 30 years now that I have been painting people’s portraits.

During this time we’ve had two more professional artists emerge from the family. My niece Becky has become an industrial designer and my cousin James and his wife Erin are professional painters. Incidentally, they also met in art school. This also indicates that I miscounted. There are three more artists. One comes by way of marriage. 🙂

My father passed away in 2011, leaving the rest of us to carry on the tradition.

Currently, my studio is in a century-old Victorian home in Cleveland that I share with my wife Caryn.

I have three main hobbies: exercise, playing chess, and writing music.


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