The human condition

Brush Hairs, Imperfection and the Art of Being Human

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Michele Bledsoe’s paintings at a recent exhibit.

Inside an art museum, when you look at the people around you, you can always tell who the artists are.

They are the ones trying to push their faces up against the artwork. Balancing gracefully over velvet ropes to lean in as close as possible to the art. They examine every inch of a painting.. every brushstroke. The tiniest detail cannot escape their inquisitive, hungry eyes..

At least until security tells them they need to take a few steps back.

Maybe it’s just me.

At the National Gallery of Art in Washington D.C., as I was leaning in to examine The Human Condition (La condition humaine) by surrealist painter, Rene Magritte… I noticed something astounding.

Near a corner of this amazing work of art, there was a brush hair stuck in the paint.

A brush hair stuck in the paint!

Sometimes, that happens to me, too.

Suddenly, I realized that even Rene Magritte was not above experiencing the same little moments of imperfection during the artistic process that I experience. He was not some unearthly creature performing feats of flawless skill and mastery over his materials…

He was simply another artist

passionate and imperfect

just like me.

Art has nothing to do with perfection..

Art is all about being human.

 

 Richard Bledsoe talks about art, Remodernism.. and the beauty and weirdness of life.

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Seemingly Random Objects and the Remarkable Mystery of Art

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“Room 237” by Michele Bledsoe

The title of this painting is kind of an inside joke my husband and I share.

Room 237 is a documentary we watched one evening.. a film that explores a bunch of weird theories about the secret meaning found in Stanley Kubrick’s 1980 movie, The Shining.

The documentary was pretty ridiculous..

but when I finished this painting, I understood the connection.

I don’t plan out my paintings.

No preconceived ideas. No preliminary sketches.

I just sit in front of a blank canvas and start drawing.

A strange thing happens when you work this way..

you become a conduit.

Those seemingly random objects form a mysterious language of symbols. On the surface, a painting may appear to be very simple and straightforward… but underneath, it communicates on a much deeper level. Far greater than the sum of its parts – art explores the shared experience of the human condition.

So, I am not going to dissect my painting, examining each separate element, providing a simple explanation for every individual object it contains..

It doesn’t work that way.

Art is not a puzzle to be solved..

it is a mystery to be contemplated.

Such is life.