Light Observation 2 B
1.) 2/11/11- 7:00 am ish- My living room
2.) Amber sunlight streaming through the window onto a painting
3.) Half asleep I stumble upon a sun beam streaming through my living room window, a happy amber alighting petals of silk sunflowers and concentrating on a poetically tragic funeral painting. The usual gray, blue oil paints come alive in the amber sun, the bitter, perpetual chill of snow and sorrow melt away as the warmth and comfort snuggly wrap them in its radiating arms. Meanwhile the artificial light of news tells stories of coldness and tragedy, playing on a loop just shy of the sun’s warmth.