Apr 2
If I were a painter
I would capture your likeness
When sat under yellow light
Playing games at the table
Or bathed in the flickering glow
Of a campfire underneath the night’s sky
Your skin a playing field
For different shades of red
So I might remember
With perfect clarity
Your contour that I could see
Sitting opposite of you
I would capture your likeness
When sat under yellow light
Playing games at the table
Or bathed in the flickering glow
Of a campfire underneath the night’s sky
Your skin a playing field
For different shades of red
So I might remember
With perfect clarity
Your contour that I could see
Sitting opposite of you
Just a description of a scene from a late night moment around the campfire. I love the light from fire! I truly wish I could paint something like that. Lighting makes something seem so alive. And a campfire creates this moving and warm--almost exclusive--sort of scene. Because the world around the fire is covered in darkness.
