About The Artist

Tremblay, an American painter, was born (Sara Louise Donaghy, December 11, 1970; Bristol, CT) into a family of artisans. At age 9, Tremblay was inspired to paint while attending college oil-painting classes alongside her mother. Believing in her daughter’s creativity, her mother fostered her ingenuity within the boundary of their limited resources. At 13 years old, Tremblay received art instruction at the studio of Maine artist Carolyn Wilson. In 2016, Tremblay was introduced to professional artist Heather Lewis. Lewis is the daughter of reknowned Delaware artist Jack Lewis. This centenial wealth of knowledge was passed down to Tremblay as she apprenticed under Heather Lewis for three years. Tremblay continued her education by enrolling in the Milan Art Institute. Since 2017, Tremblay’s been selling her work online and in juried shows throughout the northeast United States from Maine to New York. 

Tremblay’s experience with the essence of spirituality started as a young child while living life like a nomad; each day wondering through the woods and observing an “other presence” in nature. She grasps this energy in her paintings to open a world of healing for herself and others.

“The gift of transcendence is mine to unwrap so that all may see and feel the infinite-more.” —Sara Louise Tremblay

Tremblay’s studio is prolific and open year round by appointment. At all times, she has three easels with works in progress. Regularly, she designates space and time for contemplation; she might rest on a window sill overlooking the pond, sometimes, with her studio companion in her lap; her big soft rabbit named, Muffin. Tremblay plans to continue selling her poetic paintings online and in-person at juried and private shows. She welcomes commissions twice a year.  

THE BREATH OF THE DIVINE

“Angels whisper in the light passed down; through me, in me, and around me. In the quiet, I can feel them, hear them, and almost see them. At times, their unbending pillars hold me upright. Then, in perfect time, they nudge me to bended knee. They are steadfast lovers of my soul and keep me close to The Divine.

I yearn to live in this ethereal world where angels hold me in delight. There, we get to play and dream; the angels and me. They lead me through golden forest floors to trickling steams of water where butterflies twirl their wings above it.

We glide through fields of tall grass as they change color with the moving sun. We run amid the creatures hiding there and chase the shadows of birds until we fall with laughter. 

And when I'm broken, the angels are with me, still. Away they carry my tears to a well of hope which I can draw upon. It is from here that I form and paint the deeply mystic breath of The Divine.”