Silent Brush Layering

Within the hush of my studio, the old brushes await like silent witnesses, each bristle a keeper of forgotten color. I trace moss, not for its sheen but for the way it settles into the gaps, breathing before the next layer can claim space. The ruins in my references seem to agree: when they stop speaking, they let the canvas breathe, and I listen. A waterfall’s rush feels like a sudden draft in a sealed room, disrupting the careful layering I cherish. So I keep my boundaries firm, preserving the layers like quiet, personal sanctuaries, and let the silence teach me new joy in each stroke. #layerlove #brushhoarder