Lea Blankinship, artist

Lea Blankinship paints beautiful stories.

After two exciting decades practicing the art of interior design, Lea dove  deeply into the personal stories which made her interiors, magical.

Her bachelors degree in journalism and mass media experience led Lea to compose intriguing pieces in watercolor, oils, ink and acrylics.

Lea invites you to journey with the Spirit  and explore mysterious revelation.

Open the door of art and

surround yourself in love and beauty.

 The stories these tell 

echo  forever.

This privately collected painting tells the story of someone who worked for "the man" and almost died.  Her throat tightened minute by minute, as she was tangled by  "the man", and his minions, every single day.  She was so weary from the waltz of wounds, she began to stutter and shake. One day as his First Mate held the crew at bay, 

"The Captain" began another tirade against his tender audience of one. 

She was berated, bound and tossed into the sea.  

And...

miracles happened.  Ropes fell from her ankles and wrists. She drifted and was drawn to the floor by Seahorses and Starfish who healed  with smiles in their swim.  They toured reefs and valleys and when she pushed from the bottom and breathed bubbles, like a mermaid to the top, she laughed in glee! She was free, dodging  flaming arrows piercing the thirsty sea.  The archers grimaced as they missed her every move.

Then they cheered.
Noticing spiraling black fins, she froze.  

Her heart beat like thunder. A dolphin arose and dove over the points of black. He tipped his fin to which she reached and climbed onto his shimmering, smooth, silver back. They raced over the circle and sea, through splashing waves to a soft, sandy shore.  

 Welcomed with bright eyes, pretty song, and billowy robe,

she was ushered to a chair where a banquet appeared, wine poured and candles lit aglow.  

She stopped shaking. 

Handed palette and pen, she listened and watched while stories flowed and glasses clinked.  As the moonlit, midnight sea suddenly brought something  crashing to its edge, she focused intently.  He was shivering and crouched, coughing to catch his breath.  He met her eye and began to cry.  The "man", the former "Captain",  was shaking in breaking bubbles,  lost in the surf.

 With towel in hand, she slowly walked closer and invited  him to dine.