Painting and the Art of Losing Control

Psalm 151 by Michele Bledsoe


Sitting at my easel painting,

everything is moving along as expected..

then suddenly I’m using the wrong color

the wrong brush.

I am adding strange objects..

lines twisting across my canvas

in bold, strong strokes..

I have lost control.

I never fight these impulses..

this is what happens

when God steps in.

Arizona Summer and the Art of Tiny Libraries

Splendor exhibit at the Goodyear Library


My husband Richard and I have been fortunate to have our paintings exhibited

in many wonderful galleries, museums and art-spaces

throughout the years..

but there is something really special about a library.

I was honored to have my paintings displayed

in such a beautiful environment,

surrounded by books

quiet, cool and welcoming..

like an oasis in the desert.

Timelessness and the Art of Painting Slow

“Messenger” by Michele Bledsoe


I am a slow painter.


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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