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I spend a lot of time on my paintings.
The days and hours
slip seamlessly into
weeks, months
and years.
Time ceases to exist
as I linger over every inch of the canvas
retracing lines
adding layer after layer
of color…
lovingly,
in my state of bliss.
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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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I had been painting for quite a while
before I reluctantly acknowledged
the sharp, needle-like pain
at the base of my thumb.
I poked at it a couple of times..
Yup. It hurt..
and I started painting again.
Eventually, I realized it was a splinter
from one of my favorite
worn-out old paintbrushes.
After my husband removed it..
I picked up my splintery brush
and got back to work.
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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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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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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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“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.
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
Paintings by Michele Bledsoe
I am obsessed with trees..
and pieces of trees.
Planks and chunks
of carved wood,
branches and leaves
I paint them all the time..
cultivating my weird
deconstructed forest
on canvas.
Being that my husband and I are both artists..
our family Christmas tradition
involves painting.
We have been working on this tree for many years.
Every December, we pull it out of storage
and get to work.
Taking turns
adding details
My sisters have also contributed..
picking up a brush to add their mark
to a tree decorating ceremony
captured on canvas.
