Blice Edwards

Blice Edwards

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Back Drops
Murals
Canvas Murals (Marouflage)
Trompe L'oeil
Paintings
Props
Custom Wall Finishes
Decorative Hand-Painted Ceilings and Walls
Pictoral Murals in Story Telling/Historical Themes
Custom Art Furniture
Portraits
Faux Mosaics
Faux Finishes
Traditional or Contemporary Paintings
Painting on Fabric and Other Unusual Surfaces
Venetian

06/11/2026

“Every wall presents an opportunity to tell a story. Our responsibility is to tell that story with creativity, craftsmanship, professionalism, and purpose.”
— Blice Edwards

06/10/2026

The ART of showing up
“There are some things you only learn by doing them.
No book can teach the feel of a brush in your hand.
No classroom can fully prepare you for a wall that refuses to cooperate.
No instruction can replace the lessons that come from standing in front of a project and realizing the solution is now your responsibility.
I learned that way.
By trying.
By making mistakes.
By correcting them.
By starting over when I had to.
At times, it was frustrating.
A color looked perfect in the can and wrong on the wall.
A technique that seemed simple became difficult once I was the one doing it.
A surface I thought was ready revealed problems only after the work began.
Those moments tested me.
They also taught me.
I learned to slow down.
I learned to prepare better.
I learned to respect the materials.
Paint has a way of humbling you. It shows every shortcut. It reveals every careless decision. It rewards patience and punishes hurry.
That was one of the best educations I could have received.
The more I worked, the more confident I became.
Not because I stopped making mistakes.
Because I learned that mistakes were part of the process.
They were not proof that I could not do the work.
They were part of learning how to do it well.

Over time, my hands became more certain.
My eye became sharper.
My judgment improved.
I gan to trust myself.
That trust did not come from pretending I knew everything.
It came from experience.
From showing up again and again.
From solving one problem after another.
From learning that every finished project carried the memory of the problems it took to complete it.
That is how skill is built.”

CB

06/02/2026

True Story🤣

The Birth of Blice Edwards 1993.

After the animal project, we became friends.

Then best friends.

Then something more.

Looking back, it all happened so naturally that I can’t point to a single moment when friendship became love.

I only know that suddenly I couldn’t imagine my life without him in it.

For the first time, I had someone beside me who understood what it meant to be an artist.

Someone who understood the strange need to create things that didn’t exist before.

Someone who believed in possibility as much as I did.

Together, we began dreaming.

At first, the dreams were small.

Just enough work to pay the bills.

Just enough money to survive.

Just enough hope to keep moving forward.

Like many young artists, we had more talent than money.

More ideas than resources.

More ambition than common sense.

Somehow, that combination carried us a long way.

As we began working together, we realized we needed a company name.

That turned out to be harder than expected.

We tossed around ideas.

Some serious.

Some ridiculous.

The more we tried, the less anything felt right.

Finally, after exhausting ourselves with possibilities, we looked at each other and did the simplest thing imaginable.

We used our last names.

And just like that, Blice Edwards was born.

At the time, it felt like a practical decision.

Years later, I would realize it was much more than that.

It was the beginning of a life we would build together.

The funny thing is that when people see a successful business, they often imagine it started with a plan.

Ours started with two artists trying to survive.

We had one car.

Very little money.

Not many clothes.

Not much of anything, really.

But we were young.

We were in love.

We had dreams.

And somehow that felt like enough.

One of my favorite memories comes from those early years.

We had been making clocks and selling them whenever we could.

A client had specifically ordered one.

We were excited.

Relieved, honestly.

We needed the money.

So we loaded it into the car and drove to meet her.

The entire way there we imagined success.

The sale.

The payment.

The next step forward.

Then she looked at the clock.

And she didn’t like it.

That was it.

No sale.

No paycheck.

No miracle.

Just disappointment.

The kind every small business owner knows well.

The problem wasn’t simply that we lost the sale.

The problem was we were broke.

Completely broke.

By the time we got back to the car, we were trying to figure out whether we even had enough gas to get home.

We started searching.

Pockets.

Cup holders.

Ashtrays.

Anywhere a forgotten coin might be hiding.

Eventually we scraped together enough change from the bottom of the car to buy just enough gas to get back home.

Looking back now, I laugh.

At the time, it wasn’t funny.

At the time, it was terrifying.

But those moments shaped us.

Not the successful jobs.

Not the awards.

Not the recognition.

The moments when things fell apart and we kept going anyway.

Those were the moments that built Blice Edwards.

Those were the moments that built us.

The River of Stars rarely moves in a straight line.

Sometimes it carries you through abundance.

Sometimes it carries you through uncertainty.

Sometimes it asks you to trust when there is no evidence that things will work out.

Those early years were full of moments like that.

And somehow, through every wrong turn, every rejected clock, every empty pocket, and every impossible challenge, we kept moving forward.

Not because we knew what we were doing.

Because we believed in what we were building.

And more importantly, we believed in each other.

When I look back now, I don’t remember the money.

I don’t remember the invoices.

I don’t remember the sales.

I remember the ride home.

Two artists.

One car.

A handful of coins.

A dream.

And a future neither of us could yet see.

06/02/2026

“When I look back now, I don’t remember the money.
I don’t remember the invoices.
I don’t remember the sales.
I remember the ride home.
Two artists.
One car.
A handful of coins.
A dream.
And a future neither of us could yet see.” CB

05/06/2026

Perfect Birthday Gift amongst so many important commissions on the calendar. We love our job. Just a call away for anything Joy the Stampede: Joy Hernandez Artyou Joy the Stampede: Joy Hernandez Art.

Finally! I can show the world the what and the where of my Walldogs mural as part of the Murals in Menomonie event…NEXT MONTH?! Aw crap, that snuck up on me.

Anyway, I’ve got a great crew backing me up, not only my Walldog brethren, but also newly-minted Walldog (and longtime mural bestie) Washburn Art Co, and first timers—yet Indy legends—Pamela Bliss Art FX and Blice Edwards.

I still can’t believe I’m a project leader for a stateside meet.

Oh, PS: It will say Swiss Miss instead of Hot Cocoa, as we got clearance for the change after the video was made.

03/24/2026

Twenty years ago today, We stood behind the curtain for the unveiling of Dale Chihuly’s “Fireworks of Glass” work of art. It was an unforgettable experience—one we’ll always remember.

12/15/2025

One of our memorable commissions

Photos from City of Lawrence, Indiana - Government's post 12/11/2025
06/13/2025

New color scheme and Friend who needs a name! Go🙏

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