An actual conversation that took place
between my husband and I while we were painting:
Richard: “Does that look like a church?”
Michele: “It looks like a gerbil wearing a hat.”
An actual conversation that took place
between my husband and I while we were painting:
Richard: “Does that look like a church?”
Michele: “It looks like a gerbil wearing a hat.”
Another piece of illustrated personal mail
I sent to Richard while we were dating.
It has been a long time
since I’ve seen these drawings..
I was pleasantly surprised
to find my dog’s missing leg
under the sea
with the fish sticks
and goldfish crackers.
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.
Inside the treasure chest.. paintings by Richard and Michele Bledsoe
Since my husband and I are both painters..
we have a lot of art on the walls.
“We live inside a treasure chest.” Richard often says..
I couldn’t agree more.
I have spent countless hours
wandering around my house
staring at one piece
or another..
discovering and rediscovering
each precious jewel
again and again.
“Tusk” by Richard and Michele Bledsoe
My husband Richard’s book is now available on Amazon.
Remodern America is educational, entertaining and inspiring..
Almost equally inspiring is the story behind the book.
It is an epic tale of detached retinas,
aquariums
and divine intervention..
but most of all,
it is a love story.
“And Then You Blink” by Michele Bledsoe
My husband and I paint back to back in our home studio.
We listen to music, we talk to each other..
and we talk to ourselves.
“Why are you still using this brush?” I scold myself in disbelief.
“#$%*@! Yes, yes… oompa loompa!” Richard shouts enthusiastically.
It is a strange disjointed conversation..
punctuated by wordless grunts
sentence fragments
and a variety of hoots
howls and whistles.
We are still in the same room
but we are gone.
Lost in our own worlds
just as it should be.
My husband and I keep a journal next to our computer.
Whenever something makes us laugh our heads off
we write it down.
Occasionally,
we read from it
and crack up all over again..
It is our collection of laughter.
My husband and I are both painters –
I am surprised it took us so long to do this..
It Begins: A Collaborative Painting from Richard and Michele Bledsoe
It’s surprising it’s taken us so long to do this.
My wife Michele Bledsoe and I are both painters, but very different kinds of painters.
We do share a studio in our home. We’ve spent countless hours together making art. We work back to back, with the stereo in the middle to play inspirational music.
She sits at her easel. I pace around in front of mine.
Michele uses tiny soft brushes. I use big house painting brushes for much of my work.
She discovers her imagery through stream of consciousness dreaming. I am replicating the vision I was assigned.
She likes to focus on one work at a time, and linger over it. I have multiple pieces going at once, at different stages of completion, and I compulsively push them towards resolution.
Michele doesn’t know what she is going…
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