artistic process

Embracing Bliss and the Art of Painting Slow

Psalm 151 by Michele Bledsoe

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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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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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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.

 

 

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.

 

 

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.