Oil on canvas, 11”x14, 12”x16”

I’ve painted blueberries twice. The top painting is definitely better (at least in my opinion). It’s smoother, more refined, and I didn’t realize just how different they were until right now.

Anyway…

Here’s a secret. Please don’t tell anyone, especially my husband. I fantasize about painting a massive canvas full of blueberries, like 48”x60”.

“Please don’t,” my husband’s voice whispers in my head.

“Don’t tell me what to do. A huge painting of blueberries would be amazing.”

Yes, I even sound a little crazy to myself.

There’s this persistent, bossy voice in my head that insists on what I have to paint next. Blueberries, powdered doughnuts, blueberry pancakes, a leopard, a chess board, a White Russian, Al Pacino—you name it, it’s probably been suggested by that voice. Sometimes I resist, but often the easiest way to quiet it is just to give in. That’s how I end up with so many random paintings. Abstracts help too, they let me spill all that chaos onto one canvas instead of several.

But a massive painting of blueberries? That’s trickier. It would be time-consuming, huge, and basically pointless. That makes it easier to ignore the voice.

Almost.

Because the truth is…it would look good once it was finished.

Hmmmm…