painting passion and the art of life

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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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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Secret Colors and the Art of Marriage

Lullaby” and “Like Clockwork” by Michele Bledsoe

Throughout my years as a painter

I have discovered the most exquisite paint combinations.

Secret colors..

Soft, dusty violets and

the faded, lovebird green of my childhood bedroom.

My husband Richard is also an artist

and we share our secret colors

joyfully..

Painter to painter;

Husband and wife.

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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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Timelessness and the Art of Painting Slow

“Messenger” by Michele Bledsoe

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I am a slow painter.

Lovingly

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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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.