Slonk Donkerson - Painted From Memory

I recognize this this is that trip to Henry's old haunt the veneer of the lake the scribbles of wind the shadows are gone you, captured with a smile hyperreal drafted in your style... uncanny how true the form of the clouds without any flaw conveniently you always leave out what's hardest to draw you, captured with a smile hyperreal drafted in your style... but something's not right. it looks like it's painted from memory a photo would show all the darkness under my eyes the color's a scheme to cover what isn't appealing the figment of love in the pigment of your designs