“Exquisite Corpse” by Michele Bledsoe
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Regardless of who or what ends up on my canvas
everything is a self-portrait.
Everything.
Sometimes, it is not so obvious..
other times, it is.
Art goes much deeper than the surface of our skin..
and sometimes the face you find there
is not a face at all.
Every work of art is a self-portrait of the artist who created it.
Sometimes this is obvious..
other times, it is not.
I have included many representations of myself in my paintings..
A strange figure formed out of sculpted wood with jointed arms. Or some mysterious organic construction of tangled branches and swirling leaves.
Sometimes, I wear my human face.
Maybe these depictions are not so recognizable to the casual observer…
but I really don’t consider the flesh I walk around in
as all there is to “myself”.
We are so much more than that.
We are spiritual beings trapped in the body of a dying animal..
But through art, we can break free.
