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08/28/2026

Giving credit where credit is due. ❤️
In the creative world, I sometimes see people taking credit for work they had little or no part in creating—and even receiving new work because of it. Unfortunately, that happens. But one thing I have always believed strongly is this: acknowledge the people whose talent, ideas, guidance, and hard work came before you.
Over the years, we’ve had the privilege of restoring the work of other artists, and we will always make an effort to honor and credit the person who originally created it.

This beautiful mural was painted in 1999 by artist Christina Schatzman.

When the new homeowners contacted us about restoring it, our first hope was to locate Christina and have the original artist involved. Unfortunately, we were unable to find her.

So we approached the restoration with great care and respect—bringing the fish back to their original color and character while staying true to Christina’s original design.

The goal was never to make the artwork ours. It was to preserve what was already there and honor the artist who created it.

There is something very special about artwork that becomes part of a home and its history. More than 25 years later, these fish are still swimming, and we were honored to give them a little new life while respecting the talent and vision of Christina Schatzman.

Artists deserve to be remembered. Artists deserve to be credited.

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08/20/2026

Presenting a proposal to a client who has never worked with an artist, to them is paint on a wall.

They soon come to realize they’re paying for everything it takes to turn a blank building into a large-scale, permanent piece of art.
We believe most mural painters agree with us.

For me and Jon, it always starts long before any paint is opened. We are having conversations about the site, the building, the neighborhood, and what the artwork actually needs to say in that space. Listening carefully to the clients vision. Then we move into the design phase—research, sketching, revisions, and constantly thinking about how something that feels right on paper is going to behave when it’s blown up to 20, 40, sometimes 60 feet tall.

Scale changes everything. A thin line in a sketch becomes a bold stripe across a building. A small portrait turns into a face that literally looks down on the street. At that size, even a small mistake in proportion doesn’t stay small—it becomes something everyone can see from blocks away. So we have to be precise from the beginning.

The wall itself is never just a blank surface either. We have worked on brick, concrete, stucco, metal, walls with cracks, moisture issues, old paint layers, windows, pipes—you name it. Each one behaves differently, and most of the time the surface needs cleaning, repair, sealing, or priming before we can even think about painting the actual artwork.

And sometimes you don’t know exactly what you’re dealing with until you get there.

Some of our Mural work is out of town, so we may be pricing and planning an entire job based on photographs the client has sent us. You study those photographs, take measurements, work out the design and calculate what you think the job is going to require. Then you travel hundreds of miles, arrive at the site, stand in front of the actual wall and discover something that never showed up in the pictures.

Maybe there’s a pipe running across the wall that wasn’t visible. Maybe there are electrical boxes, vents, cracks, patched areas, a change in the surface, landscaping that prevents a lift from getting where it needs to go, or an obstruction that was just outside the frame of the photograph. Maybe the wall is in much worse condition than it appeared to be. Sometimes what looked relatively flat in a photograph turns out to have all kinds of architectural details you now have to work around.

Those things change a job.

Something that was supposed to take five days might take six or seven. You may need additional materials. You may have to rethink part of the design on the spot. The lift stays rented longer. The hotel stay gets longer. Assistants may have to stay longer. Suddenly there are expenses and labor that nobody could have anticipated from the photographs.

That’s part of the risk you take as a mural artist, especially when you’re traveling to a site you haven’t personally seen. You do your homework, you ask questions and you plan as carefully as you can, but at some point you’re making a commitment based on the information you’ve been given. Once you arrive, you have to solve whatever is actually there.

Then there’s materials, which people underestimate a lot. Exterior-grade paints and coatings are built to survive sun, rain, freezing winters, and years of exposure without fading or breaking down. A single mural can go through gallons of paint, plus primers, brushes, rollers, spray equipment, masking materials and protective finishes. It adds up fast.

And blue tape.

Miles and miles of blue tape.

People laugh when I say that, but I’m serious. Over the years, I’ve probably used what feels like miles of it. You’re laying out designs, masking lines, protecting edges, blocking off sections and trying to keep everything clean and accurate. On a huge wall, you can go through roll after roll after roll. It’s one of those little expenses nobody thinks about, but there are dozens of those “little” expenses on every mural, and together they become real money.

Getting to the wall is another cost entirely. Scaffolding, lifts and access equipment can run into thousands just to rent, not even counting delivery, fuel, insurance and sometimes permits or street closures. Before we even start painting, there’s already a serious investment just in making the wall physically reachable and safe.

The painting itself is slow, physical work. We are climbing up and down lifts, hauling materials, working in heat, wind, sometimes less-than-ideal conditions, and constantly stepping back just to make sure everything still reads correctly from the ground. A full day of work might only move a small section of the mural forward, even though it feels like a lot of effort went into it.

Weather can shut everything down without warning. Rain, extreme heat or strong wind can pause a project instantly, but the costs don’t stop. The equipment is still rented. The hotel room is still being paid for. People still have to eat. Schedules have already been made, and sometimes the next job is waiting.

That’s another part of mural pricing people don’t always see: risk.

When we give someone a price, we’re not only estimating how many gallons of paint we will use or how many hours we will physically have a brush in our hand. We are taking responsibility for getting that mural finished when there are a hundred things that can change between the original photograph and the finished wall.

There’s weather. Equipment problems. Unexpected wall conditions. Travel. Delays. Additional days on a lift. Materials you didn’t know you were going to need. Problems you couldn’t possibly see until you were standing twenty feet in the air looking directly at them.

And once you’re there, you can’t just shrug your shoulders and say, “That wasn’t in the picture.”

You figure it out.

That ability to figure it out is part of what the client is paying for.

And then there’s everything behind the scenes that nobody sees in the final photograph: travel, hotels, meals, assistants, insurance, permits, transportation, project management, communication, revisions and weeks of planning before we ever step foot on the site.

Most importantly, you’re paying for experience. We have learned over 33 years how to design for scale, choose materials that will last, work safely at height and solve problems when a wall isn’t what I expected it to be. That kind of knowledge doesn’t come from one project—it comes from years of doing it, making mistakes and figuring it out the hard way.

When a mural is finished, it doesn’t get packed up or moved. It becomes part of the building, and often part of the identity of that place. It turns into a landmark, a photo backdrop, something businesses use and something the community starts to recognize as theirs.

So when people say murals are expensive, they’re really only seeing the finished painting.

What they don’t see are the sketches, revisions, phone calls, photographs, travel, gallons of paint, lifts, hotel rooms, weather delays, unexpected problems, physical labor, years of experience—and yes, miles of blue tape—that it took to put it there.

The best murals often look effortless.

They’re not.

08/04/2026

Grateful for the work over the past 3 decades.

There’s something special about taking an object that most people never notice and turning it into something that makes ...
07/30/2026

There’s something special about taking an object that most people never notice and turning it into something that makes them smile.

For this traffic signal box at St. Thomas Aquinas at 46th & Illinois, we wanted to celebrate Thomas the Tiger, a mascot that generations of students have grown up with. Rather than painting a simple portrait, we imagined Thomas quietly moving through a lush jungle, peeking through layers of tropical leaves as if you had just stumbled upon him.

As you walk around the box, the story unfolds. His face greets you on the front, but the rest of him disappears into the foliage, revealing only flashes of bright orange stripes, a paw, and finally his tail wrapping around the back. We love creating artwork that encourages people to slow down, look a little closer, and discover something they didn’t notice at first glance.

Public art has the power to transform everyday places into moments of surprise and delight. Our hope is that students, parents, neighbors, and everyone passing through this intersection will smile, take a second look, and feel a little more connected to this community.

We’re grateful to the Indianapolis Arts Council and St. Thomas Aquinas School for the opportunity to bring Thomas the Tiger to life and to create a piece that celebrates the spirit of this wonderful school and neighborhood.
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07/23/2026

With Joy the Stampede: Joy Hernandez Art – I just got recognized as one of their top fans! 🎉

07/09/2026

This mural is an elegant exercise in restraint. Rather than demanding attention with vibrant color, it invites the viewer to slow down. Painted almost entirely in a whisper-soft palette of grays, warm whites, and muted blues, the landscape feels suspended somewhere between memory and reality.

Sweeping across the towering foyer walls, the composition dissolves the architecture into an open countryside. Rolling meadows stretch toward a distant horizon while mature trees anchor the scene, their delicate foliage rendered with thousands of carefully layered brushstrokes. The atmospheric sky drifts with soft clouds that create depth without overwhelming the room. Every transition is subtle, allowing the landscape to unfold naturally as you move through the space.

“Every wall presents an opportunity to tell a story. Our responsibility is to tell that story with creativity, craftsman...
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.

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