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.
Me and Anna under the rainbow..
My husband and I volunteer as art teachers
for a group of inner city kids in downtown Phoenix.
One evening, we were joined by a particularly shy little girl.
Sitting in front of a blank piece of paper,
she whispered that she couldn’t think of anything to draw.
I asked her if there was something she wanted me to draw.
“A snowman!” she said, touching the picture of Olaf on her t-shirt.
“Okay,” I said – rising to the challenge..
“I never drew him before, but I am going to do the best I can.”
The girl watched me intently.
A few minutes later, I showed the little girl my drawing.
Smiling, she looked down at her blank piece of paper
and announced with great conviction,
“I am going to draw an ice cream cone. I never drew one before
but I am going to do the best I can.”
She drew a wonderful ice cream cone, covered in sprinkles with a cherry on top..
and after that, she drew the picture you see above.
I thanked her
and then I got something in my eye.
Recently, my husband Richard participated
in a 48hour Create-A-Thon held inside a church.
As the name suggests,
artists were given 48 hours
to create a work of art
inspired by a specific theme.
Richard has done this before.
Actually, this is the third time.
Me?
I sat in a nearby chair, happily drawing pictures.
Occasionally, people would look over my shoulder
and ask why I was not participating in the event.
I am a slow painter.
I like to linger over my work.
Perhaps if there was a 480 hour marathon,
I’d reconsider.
Painting marathon: Day 2
