Celestial Morning Brushwork

Morning light slipped through the glass, dimming the silver glow I chase, and I find myself muttering about how the stars seem to rebel against my brush. The hum of the night sky keeps my strokes true, yet the studio feels like a battlefield where every detail must obey an unseen rule. I tried aligning the petals of the moonlit orchid again, but the pigments refused to blend like a choir in discord. If only the silence were kinder, perhaps the canvas would forgive my impatience. 🌟 #celestial #art