Should I cut my ear off? - Page 8

Not too shabby, Bee. You know I like to play with "shadows" and reflections. The guitar player does not "cast a shadow".

Verb. cast a shadow. Used other than as an idiom: see cast,‎ shadow. (idiomatic, figuratively, of an event, often a tragic one) To dampen future events.

BTW, I did get your PM, and yes, the stars do form letters to spell that. Good eye! I never thought anyone would get that. Like the bridge to the beach in the form of a guitar.

I wanted to comment more by taking on the whole composition, next. I will keep in mind the shadow clue. I will get to it sooner than later, I hope.

Finally! LOL I am back to the story comments. The complete composition is as shown:

The treatment of a gathering of friends and family around a firepit at night has that purity of place and sense of genuine enjoyment. The strumming of guitar music is being played for the company by our familiar Music Man, who I am thinking is the host and at home. This is his place, a rolling hilltop, a favorite spot next to the sheltering trees. This spot is also "his" sky, that he contemplates often with a sense of immensity that only the galaxies would know how to describe. The outerspace is where thoughts get lost, too. 

We rely on the large moon that we see in the crescent form and in the waxing stage, as to where we can turn to for our place and direction, lest we be doomed to wandering aimlessly. The purpose of the direction still remains, I think, but this is also destined to always be out of reach, even if it is not quite out of his thoughts.

However, tonight his thoughts are those of family and friendships, sons and daughters, lovers and living life: all the general good times being experienced, that they all together will remember as the time of happiness. 

The guitar man faces them, his music playing and his singing rejoices for them all; he has nothing to hide, this joy—and his hopes for everyone's future to stay shared are reaching out to his audience and the group feels and shares them, too. That is why they are there, to cement the sharing of their lives.

We think of this as a picture of bliss and happiness and I was given a clue, too, that the Music Man casts no shadow. No aspersions are percieved! He believes his future is what he sings that night.

Only our own life experiences might tell us, that often the odds of love being something that is undying or without sundering, are often set against the immensity of forces as great as our universe. 

 

Some one was looking for this, so I am giving it a bump!

I really missed something! I meant to be more specific about the circles of light being cast by the flames from the fire pit. I know there is something there, and personally the way they are treated is one of my favorite parts of the painting!

I will write more in the morning, just don't have the proper time it deserves!

Ok, now, about those circles. Or, rather they are ellipses. Which are circles in perspective. The execution is a bit unschooled, not perfect, but that drawing skill can be improved upon with practice or even the use of templates. Ellipses are tricky because they are always exact because they are based on math. They are equal opposite distances from the center line, and they never end in points. But that is again, a lack of drawing experience. The feeling of what you want to achieve still works.

I feel the changes in the light, from the differences in the lightness and darkness of all the shadows happening because of the ever changing flickering of the fire light. It brings a sense of movement, that the fire is alive. The circles are like even bands with defined borders and not a slow gradient progressing from light to dark. They are circles of solid color and each band is distinct from the other, the shades of green moving from the lighter value on the inside, moving to the darker shades on the outside. Until there is just the blanket of shadow of the entire night that covers the whole field. These circles are like the ones' we would see on a dart board, with the fire pit itself being the bullseye at the center of the target.

I don't think the people gathered together know that they are sitting on a target. It is something that was always there, though; it was hiding in plain sight. It will only be by a future realization, that there can be dangerous darts thrown— maybe those are words that will hurt, if they do hit their target.

This night though, is safe. This enjoyable evening is still shared bliss. Any darts that can or will be hurtful, have yet to be revealed by karma. Perhaps, too, it depends on what will be teased out from within our universal humanity base of needs and wants. Is the answer then, to extinquish the fire, when it is also the fire that brings them all together?

Or, is the answer to be searched for in a message, lost somewhere in the stars?

LOL! Looks like I am off target! 😁

Besides myself, I have yet to meet someone that is right all the time. Don't beat yourself up. Lol. If I hadn't painted it, I would have agreed with you. Besides, if you were right on everything I'd be a little scared.

Maybe I should post a few songs I've written recently and see how you do on those. I have been playing my new guitar a ton. Love my new guitar. Outside of the Superbowl, which I went to bed at the half, and a few Wings games on mute, I haven't turned my TV on in months. I would cancel cable if it weren't for the kids.

 

My left hand fingertips are hard as a rock, calloused.   Glad the right hand is softer....🙄