The Art of Michael Steddum, Thoughts about Art — Still Life

Believe in Flying Sea Turtles

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Believe in Flying Sea Turtles

I had always known I was able to draw, and it was something I did every day of my childhood. On the first day of seventh-grade art class, I met my art teacher Mr. B. His first assignment was to draw the cover for our portfolios. It could be anything we wanted. I drew some cartoon characters that I had been working on that summer, and Mr. B displayed my work for the entire class to see as the level of art they would all want to achieve. After a few weeks, I established myself as a serious seventh-grade artist...

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Southern Poems

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Southern Poems

Last summer, during one of those cloudy days when the sunlight forces rays of warmth around the edges of the clouds shortly after the rain, I stopped to take in the beauty of all that was around me. That's really what "Southern Poems" is all about. Taking the time to notice the beautiful seconds in our life. It is now winter as I write this. The sunflowers have long since faded and a new year is upon us, but the sun-kissed glow of summer is captured in this oil painting.

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Spring Ball

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Spring Ball

This is the first in my window series of paintings. It is a special work for me personally because of the location, the MSSU Biology Pond. While I was in college I spent many days there plein air painting. I always thought it would be nice to have a little cabin on the pond. This is my idea of what it would look like if I could live next to the pond. Often times while I painted, the geese would come in, perhaps out of curiosity. The results were they earned their place in the painting just under the bridge...

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Ameri-cans

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Ameri-cans

Old coffee cans and worn woodgrain shelves harmonize seamlessly. There undoubtedly isn’t a one car garage from the 1950’s that doesn’t have the two items present. There may be flour sack tailored curtains depending if grandma had a say, but this isn’t standard issue like exposed wood and coffee cans. The coffee cans are experiencing their second life as a holder of odds and ends.  The leftovers after a project find their final resting place here, contents of open urns with the hope of being applicable to a future project. Time has a way of aging the container and wood...

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