the gambler

On a warm summer's evening On a train bound for nowhere I met up with the gambler We were both too tired to sleep So we took turns a-starin' Out the window at the darkness The boredom overtook us And he began to speak

He said, "Son, I've made a life Out of readin' people's faces Knowin' what the cards were By the way they held their eyes So if you don't mind my sayin' I can see you're out of aces For a taste of your whiskey I'll give you some advice"

this piece is an unique artwork from studio_gov. digital painting created with oil on tablet.

it deals with strong contrasts, bright and dark AND highlight colors/dips. the black background keeps it in it´s realm and leaves space for the viewer's interpretation. two hands, or one hand in different poses, talking like the gambler and listening like the son.

4724 x 5315 pixel jpg