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Little Canvases and the Wondrous Experience of Painting Small

Work in progress by Michele Bledsoe

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I love painting small.

It is an remarkable experience..

wondrous and intimate.

Leaning in close

with tiny brushes..

I can unleash my soul

onto a canvas

that can fit

in the palm of my hand.

Old Sketchbooks and the Art of Boredom

Talk Talk Talk Talk Talk – from the sketchbook of Michele Bledsoe

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Found this in one of my old sketchbooks.

I don’t remember the exact circumstances

of when I made this strange little drawing,

but I suspect it involved someone talking too much..

and the place I went

to escape from it.

I am never bored

with a pen in my hand.

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Painting Interference and the Art of Letting Go

“The Swing” by Michele Bledsoe

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Sometimes I struggle when I paint.

I am overthinking,

Interfering…

and then I realize

I forgot to let go.

Trust the gift.

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Runaway Trains and the Art of Breaking the Spell

Put the brush down and step away from the canvas..

 

I get carried away when I paint..

This is not always a good thing.

Doing detail work

with a ragged paintbrush..

stuck in the zone

and unable to stop.

I am a runaway train heading for disaster.

“Stop!” I shout, 

attempting to startle myself out of my trance.

Sometimes it works..

sometimes, it doesn’t.

The other night, in desperation

I whipped the glasses off my face and threw them at my table.

Hard to keep painting when you can’t see.

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Drawing and the Art of Self-Reproach

Why are you looking at me like that?

 

I’ve been away too long..

Hopefully the next little creature I draw

won’t cringe when he sees me.

 

 

 

Unexpected Gifts and the Art of Resurrecting Bees

My husband gave me a wondrous gift the other day..

a dead carpenter bee he found in the yard.

He knows me so well.

This beautiful

black-velvety little creature

and his single coppery wing..

will live again

in my paintings.