This is how I think Peeta views the Hunger Games, painting, and his relationship with Katniss after their marriage. I do not own the Hunger Games! I hope you like it! :)
Brushes, paints, and colors. A world I can escape into. I paint everything. I paint the trees on the edge of the woods, the people in the square. Animals running through the fields, the flowers in the meadow, and Katniss, I love painting Katniss. I paint her when she is sleeping, when she is hunting, her bow pulled back, her posture straight and sure, never missing a target. I also paint her reading the book of tributes we made back after the rebellion. And I paint her caressing her ever swelling belly that carries our child that she at first so desperately did not want for fear of the games that corrupted and destroyed so many children. But she finally agreed. And I know she is glad she did. Her happiness is my pride and joy. And painting is how I involve all of her emotions and mine, into one mass of swirling color. This is my out, as her's is hunting. It is a way to escape the memories, the pain, and the nightmares. The Games can do that to you. But we are just two of the handful of victors, and families that were affected. Yes, we were a little more involved then we should have been, but that is nothing to brag about. Being captured, tortured, all while trying to keep the one you love alive while you know you can just give in and save yourself, is no small task. But the commitment I had made to her, my proclamation that still rains true to this day, that I love her and always will, got me through. And now look at us. We are happy. Sure we sometimes relive the moments that anyone would want to forget. But we will always be there for each other, no matter what. And really, our lives are just a blank canvas. We start out fresh and clean, and then little by little, we start to develop into a beautiful piece of color. Sure there will be hard spots, and mistakes will be made, but it always comes out a masterpiece.