Illustration

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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Three-nuts, Dirty Blinds and the Art of Little Drawings

My sketchbooks are filled with little drawings.

Strange creatures, leaves and faces..

but as you flip through the pages

you will also find

moments and memories..

little slices of my life

rendered in ball point pen.

I remember cleaning those blinds..

They were awful.

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Timelessness and the Art of Painting Slow

“Messenger” by Michele Bledsoe

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I am a slow painter.

Lovingly

working with my tiny brushes

for hours

or months

or even years

on a single painting.

Time does not exist in the place

where art comes from..

only bliss

and God.

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Childhood Memories and the Art of Painted Playgrounds


“The Legacy of Mildred’s Basement” by Michele Bledsoe

When I was a child

my favorite place to play was in my grandmother’s basement.

I would stay down there

for hours on end.

That was so many years ago.

All gone now,

along with my beloved grandma..

but not really.

I still go there

when I paint.

 

 

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.

 

 

 

SIX HANDS AND THE ART OF FOLLOWING YOUR BRUSH

 

When I paint
I put a blob of raw umber on my palette
and start drawing on the canvas.
I don’t stop to think about what I’m doing
I go wherever my paintbrush takes me.
Often it leads me into difficult territory..
Not away from it.
Hands are hard,
yet the creature that ended up on my canvas
has six of them.
So I struggle.
I fight.
I am committed to the end.
Dedicated to the direction of my gift
and the heart that guides me..
I will never give up.
Don’t avoid the hard stuff.
That’s how you grow.

Excerpt from Painting, Passion and the Art of Life by Michele Bledsoe

PENCIL DRAWINGS AND THE ART OF PERSONAL MAIL (PART 2)

 

Another piece of illustrated personal mail

I sent to Richard while we were dating.

It has been a long time

since I’ve seen these drawings..

I was pleasantly surprised

to find my dog’s missing leg

under the sea

with the fish sticks

and goldfish crackers.

 

Self-Quarantine and the Art of Being Productive

Being an introvert,

I am no stranger to social distancing.

That is an understatement.

Nevertheless,

Time is a gift..

and I have embraced this unexpected period of self-quarantine

with wild enthusiasm.

After years of false starts

self-sabotage

doubt, distraction

and failure..

my new book is about to be published.

Now, onto the next project..

 

 

Enthusiasm and the Art of Losing Your Mind

Work in progress, by Michele Bledsoe

 

It is rare when I introduce something new

to my beloved palette of colors…

That is an understatement.

 

But when I returned to my easel

after finally finishing my new book..

it appears that I have wondrously

and joyfully

lost my mind.

 

Without hesitation

I started gathering strange tubes of paint

one after another..

 

And as I fearlessly applied these alien pigments

to my work in progress,

I understood the true meaning of enthusiasm:

To be possessed by God.

 

Cerulean Blue, Sap Green, Yellow Oxide… I had to write them down so I wouldn’t forget.

Golf Pencils and the Art of Restaurant Dining

I usually don’t like going out to eat.

But, much to my delight..

a waiter handed me a piece of paper

and a little golf pencil.

I’d rather draw

than order antipasti.

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