Stream of consciousness

Drawing and the Art of Self-Reproach

Why are you looking at me like that?


I’ve been away too long..

Hopefully the next little creature I draw

won’t cringe when he sees me.




Painting and the Art of Conversation

“Like Clockwork” by Michele Bledsoe


When I paint

I don’t make preliminary sketches

I don’t plan anything out beforehand..

I just sit at my easel

and dream.

It is a spontaneous conversation..

an intimate, spiritual exchange

between myself and God.



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.

It Only Looks Empty On the Outside

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“Under the Pillow” by Michele Bledsoe

Years ago, I had a studio space above the art gallery that was representing my work. It was a large, open space occupied by several other artists. I was fascinated by all the little environments these artists created for themselves – tables littered with weird objects, drapery, stacks of art books and reference materials. The walls surrounding each area were plastered with photographs, photocopies and rough sketches of works in progress.

When I was alone, I would secretly wander around from space to space, examining everyone’s work and the little worlds they had created for themselves.

One evening, one of the other artists approached me. Apparently, he too enjoyed looking at everyone’s stuff. He was curious why my work area was completely empty. Nothing but an easel and a chair facing a blank white wall.

Everything I need exists within the vast universe of my imagination. My work area is a place without limits or boundaries.

It only looks empty on the outside.

The Art of Doing and Not Listening

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“Portrait of Jeff Falk” by Michele Bledsoe


When it comes to painting, my favorite thing to do is sit in front of a blank canvas and just start drawing.

Stream of consciousness.

I don’t plan anything out.

I don’t make preliminary sketches.

I don’t use reference material.

I let the drawing take me where it wants to go.


Many artists have told me that portraits are hard.

They tell me it’s difficult to get a likeness..

I don’t listen.

That is why I can paint portraits

and capture a likeness.

I never stop to think whether or not I can or can’t..

I just do.

Such is life.