Sometimes I wish I could paint so I could show you my sky at dusk. But I can’t. So I’d have to contend with telling you instead.
Gray hovering over the city lights
Periwinkle blue splashed here and there
Wisps of violet and cobalt
Threads of silky white
A bright blue backdrop
Peach and pale pink highlights.
And as I keep glancing to write this, the sky darkens. Now indigo, then blue, almost black. And I wish I could have captured the colors as they were. Plastered it on my canvas. But I couldn’t. So I’d have to contend with reading what I wrote instead.
March 23, 2011 6:26 PM