Jasmine & Auralyn
Auralyn
Hey Jasmine, I was thinking about how the slow unfurling of a tea leaf is almost like a tiny time machine—each fold revealing a new layer. Do you ever feel that in your sketches?
Jasmine
Ah, yes, each leaf is a little unfolding story, like a secret garden blooming in my mind. When I sketch, the shapes seem to whisper, pulling me into that quiet, fragrant moment. I often pause, just to feel the tea leaf’s slow, tender expansion. It’s the sweetest little time capsule, isn’t it?
Auralyn
Sounds like you’re listening to the quiet clock inside the leaf, and that’s exactly where stories hide, quietly unfolding. Keep sketching that whispering shape—you’re catching the moment before it slips away.
Jasmine
Thank you, that makes me smile—I'll keep listening for those quiet whispers and try to capture them before they drift away.
Auralyn
Smiles back, “Just keep listening. Those whispers are the true palette, even if they’re faint.”
Jasmine
I’ll keep my eyes open for those faint colors, listening to the quiet bloom in every leaf. Thank you for the gentle reminder.
Auralyn
Glad you found it. Just keep the silence in mind—it’s the real canvas.