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I paint a lot of leaves.
I do this
because I love them.
Simple as that.
Illustrations from “Painting, Passion and the Art of Life” by Michele Bledsoe
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For many years
I had been trying to write a book..
but I failed.
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Actually, I failed many times..
over and over again.
I had lost my way.
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Then I had a revelation..
an epiphany.
I was thinking too hard..
getting in my own way.
I was trying to write a book
instead of writing a book.
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Filled with renewed passion and purpose
I poured my soul out
onto those pages..
and it became
the book I was meant to write
instead of the book I was trying to write.
Big difference.
.Big Big difference.
She stroked my hair,
hugged my head to her chest..
and then kissed my fingers.
Without a word,
my sister spoke to me
loud and clear..
Thank you.
I love you.
Goodbye.
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It has been many years since I’ve worked on this painting.
Maybe even a decade.
Yet, here at my easel..
it could have been yesterday.
I remember everything.
I dive in without hesitation..
effortlessly matching the subtle shades
of complex color
perfectly.
Seems I have never left you.
Trust the gift.
I arrived early for my teeth-cleaning appointment
to visit my favorite seedpod tree.
I was disappointed to see it had been trimmed recently..
with all its magnificent treasures far out of reach.
Nevertheless, I was determined.
Finding a long, sturdy stick
I jumped up..
whacking at the branches above my head
until I was able to finally knock one loose.
You’ll find a lot of these seedpods
in my paintings..
It’s where I keep all the things I love.