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PAINTING AND THE ART OF BEING RECLUSIVE

“Assemblage”… a work in progress by Michele Bledsoe

 

Although I have been exhibiting my work in galleries

for almost 20 years..

I have more or less dropped out of the public eye.

This does not mean

I have stopped painting..

that would be impossible.

The desire to create cannot be contained.

The work continues

behind closed doors

as constant

and as passionate

as the beating of my heart.

 

Art Deprivation and the Necessity of Painting

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“Salvation and Desire” by Michele Bledsoe

 

“If you bring forth what is within you, what you bring forth will save you. If you do not bring forth what is within you, what you do not bring forth will destroy you.”

Gospel of Thomas

 

I love to paint.

I need to paint..

but sometimes life intervenes

and pulls me from my easel.

I feel unbalanced.

Irritable.

Something is off.

I am suffering from art deprivation..

Like some kind of

horrible sleep deficiency..

there is an almost physical

longing to dream.

 

As artists, it is necessary to make time

to create..

our lives depend on it.

 

 

Night Painting and the Art of Insomnia

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I have had insomnia all my life.
There have been bad days.
Very bad.
But, I have been given
a wondrous gift..
a way to counteract the terrible effects
of chronic, never-ending
sleep deprivation.
When I can’t sleep
I paint.
Groggy and delirious
eyes half-closed..
I sit at my easel,
pick up my brush
and dream.

Spiritual Obsessions and the Art of Broken Glasses

"The Ghost and My Obsession" by Michele Bledsoe

“The Ghost and My Obsession”  Michele Bledsoe

While painting the other day
A lens popped out of my reading / painting glasses
And landed on my palette.
In other words
I painted so hard, my glasses broke.

As it is now
I have to TEAR myself away from my easel
to perform the simplest tasks –
eating
showering
refilling my empty coffee cup..
but now I had to leave the house
and get new glasses.

As I drove around
I noticed
the further away I was from my painting
the more anxious I became.
I was longing to go back to it..
Back to my studio
Back to my painting
Back at my easel
where I feel closest to God.

Painting and the Art of Burning from Within

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Hard to tell

from watching me paint

that I am in the grip

of a glorious painting frenzy.

Outside

I am sitting quietly at my easel

slowly

meticulously

adding layer after layer

of analogous color..

Inside

my soul is on fire.

Art and the Proximity of Curious Objects

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My husband is always telling me to take a picture of the weird collection of items I have on the tray of my easel.

I’m not exactly sure what the actual purpose is for this little shelf-like area..

but it is where I keep all my favorite stuff.

Polished rocks, glass marbles and rusty keys.

Floppy-limbed Micronauts, the metal license tabs from Gunther’s collar

and my father’s college ring.

My art studio is filled with strange little objects that have captured my attention..

but you can tell how much I like something by how close it gets to my easel.