Life

Arizona Summer and the Art of Tiny Libraries

Splendor exhibit at the Goodyear Library

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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.

Long Sleeves and the Art of Summer Painting

Work in progress by Michele Bledsoe

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In public

I wear long sleeves

(often black)

even in the summer.

All you can see of me

is my head

and my hands.

I like it that way.

My current painting agrees.

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Old Paintbrushes and the Art of Splinters

A Splintery Work in Progress by Michele Bledsoe

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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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Thank you!

Three-nuts, Dirty Blinds and the Art of Little Drawings

My sketchbooks are filled with little drawings.

Strange creatures, leaves and faces..

but as you flip through the pages

you will also find

moments and memories..

little slices of my life

rendered in ball point pen.

I remember cleaning those blinds..

They were awful.

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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.