He has captured, in painstaking realism, that moment when we arrived at the lake on my birthday. I recognize it by the way I’m looking over my shoulder, arm outstretched, holding his hand just outside of the frame.
So beautiful, Peeta had whispered. I can see now that he didn’t mean the lake. In fact, the lake and surrounding forest are nothing but a blur in the background. It’s like I’m seeing it exactly through Peeta’s eyes, and clearly all Peeta saw was me.
Where the surroundings are blurred, his rendering of me is so lifelike it could be a photograph. And he’s taken great care to capture every detail. The dandelion still tucked behind my ear, with my braid thrown effortlessly over my shoulder. The red plaid of his shirt I borrowed tied around my waist, just peeking up from the bottom of the painting. Even the scars up the back of my arm have been painted with such care and precision it almost makes me want to cry.
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From the moment I wrote this scene I wanted so badly for Peeta’s painting to be real and I can’t believe it’s on my little screen now 🥹 @charlunday put so much care into the details of this one and I’m truly blown away. Thank you Charlie for embodying Peeta for this piece and bringing it to life
