Painting

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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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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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.

 

 

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.

 

 

BLACKBERRIES AND THE ART OF LOSING YOUR MIND

In the privacy of my own home

I have joyfully lost my mind over blackberries.

I pour out my love to these dark and delicate jewels

in my paintings..

where I can explore

and obsess over them

to my heart’s content.

 

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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