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.
Richard Bledsoe
PAINTED TREES AND THE ART OF CHRISTMAS
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.
Precious Gems and the Art of Rediscovery
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.
Painting and the Art of Staying Home
“Tusk” by Richard and Michele Bledsoe
It’s been a while
since I have shown my work
in public.
.
Seems I have lost interest
in participating in art shows.
.
I’d rather stay home and paint.
.
.
.
Remodern America and the Art of Divine Intervention
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.
Shared Studios and the Art of Talking to Yourself
“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.
Love and the Art of Collecting Laughter
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.
