painting passion and the art of life

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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Secret Colors and the Art of Marriage

Lullaby” and “Like Clockwork” by Michele Bledsoe

Throughout my years as a painter

I have discovered the most exquisite paint combinations.

Secret colors..

Soft, dusty violets and

the faded, lovebird green of my childhood bedroom.

My husband Richard is also an artist

and we share our secret colors

joyfully..

Painter to painter;

Husband and wife.

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The Creative Process and the Art of Watching Paint Dry

Messenger (in progress) by Michele Bledsoe

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When I paint,

I spend a lot of time staring at my work.

It is an essential part of the artistic process.

Leaning back in my chair

I contemplate every line..

Examining shape, color and shadow

exploring possibilities.

I could do this for hours..

just sitting here

watching paint dry.

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Raw Umber and the Art of Saying Goodbye

Goodbye,

my beloved tube of Raw Umber.

I will see you again

in the rough bark of trees,

in the shadowy corners of secret rooms..

dark and deep.

I will see you again

on the tip of my brush

and at the start of every painting..

when we meet again

like old friends.

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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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