Leaves, Ribbons and the Art of Repeating Myself


Occasionally, my sisters tease me about my paintings.

“Another leaf, Michele?”

“Ribbons… again?”


Often my paintings

take me back

over and over again

to leaves and branches..

to seed pods and swirling ribbons.

Another blackberry.

Another mask.

Maybe to the casual observer

I am repeating myself.

But as I caress these beloved objects

that appear beneath my paintbrush,

they form a mysterious language of symbols..

An intimate, spiritual conversation

that only the heart understands.

Inspiration and the Art of Missing a Deadline


Detail from a work in progress, by Michele Bledsoe


I have a deadline coming up.. an art exhibit in November.

That means, I have about a month to finish the painting I am working on for the show.

Or not.


When I started this painting

it immediately exploded into something deeply complex

and intensely personal.

The last thing on my mind was the approaching deadline.


I suppose it would have been more practical to consider the time constraints

maybe make something smaller or less elaborate..

But art does not fit neatly into such parameters.

Art cannot be contained.

it will become what it needs to be.


When inspiration seizes you like some fiery angel

don’t interfere..

just let it take you.