There is such beauty in a campfire at night; I can look at one for hours. I love the warmth, and the feeling of being safe, the brightness against the dark night, the smell and sight of smoke as it drifts away into the darkness. A campfire is a place where people can come together and be one. All that is outside of that circle of fire glow is forgotten in the darkness, and a person is caught up in the moment.
I’ve been telling stories to my grandson, Trevor, since he was a baby. I make them up as I go along and I’m surprised at how one thing leads to another and I’m actually able to stretch these stories out. I confess though, I do steal a lot from old movies, Mark Twain and others, Trevor hasn’t caught me at it yet, but I suspect he’s guessed. This is where the emotional concept for “The Storyteller” came from. In the painting the storyteller is telling a pretty scary story, some of the boys are caught up in it, some are bored and at least one just doesn’t buy it at all. The rest I leave to the imagination of the viewer.