Being an introvert,
I am no stranger to social distancing.
That is an understatement.
Nevertheless,
Time is a gift..
and I have embraced this unexpected period of self-quarantine
with wild enthusiasm.
After years of false starts
self-sabotage
doubt, distraction
and failure..
my new book is about to be published.
Now, onto the next project..
Work in progress, by Michele Bledsoe
It is rare when I introduce something new
to my beloved palette of colors…
That is an understatement.
But when I returned to my easel
after finally finishing my new book..
it appears that I have wondrously
and joyfully
lost my mind.
Without hesitation
I started gathering strange tubes of paint
one after another..
And as I fearlessly applied these alien pigments
to my work in progress,
I understood the true meaning of enthusiasm:
To be possessed by God.
Cerulean Blue, Sap Green, Yellow Oxide… I had to write them down so I wouldn’t forget.
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.
When Richard and I were dating
he mentioned how nice it would be to receive
some personal mail once in a while..
instead of the usual bills and junk.
As you can see..
I was more than happy to send him some.
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.
During breaks at work
I wander around the parking lot
looking for treasure.
Pine cones,
curling leaves
twisted twigs
a dead bee
a butterfly wing..
They follow me home
and sneak into my paintings.
42 Dogs by Michele Bledsoe
There are books on my shelf that I have read dozens of times..
maybe hundreds.
I could say the same for certain movies.
Experiencing such a deep passion for something
will do that to you.
Maybe it’s just me.
The painting you see is called 42 dogs.
I wasn’t trying to be cryptic
or intentionally weird..
the title is actually quite literal.
While painting it, I listened to Pink Floyd’s “Dogs”
42 times in a row.
