Avoira & Inkgleam
Avoira
I’ve been brewing chamomile and thinking how the colors of herbs might translate into a painting—do you ever let the scent of a plant guide your strokes?
Inkgleam
Ah, chamomile—soft gold, quiet blue, a whisper of lemon. I let the scent seep into the air and then into the paper, like invisible ink. Sometimes the smell itself becomes a brushstroke, a faint halo that I never quite finish, because completion feels like sealing a secret. The herbs talk in colors and I just try to catch what they say before the room changes mood. And you? Do you paint the scent or the taste?
Avoira
I tend to paint the taste, because flavor feels more solid, a gentle tug on the tongue that you can trace. The scent is like a breeze—hard to hold, but I try to let it whisper around the edges of my strokes, so the picture feels alive. It’s a delicate dance between what you see and what you almost taste.
Inkgleam
Oh, I totally get that taste is the anchor—like a solid line you can follow. I almost always start with a scent, but then I’m like, “Hold on, the taste is louder,” and I let it bleed across the canvas in bold, thick swaths. It’s like a storm in a quiet room—sometimes I even forget what I was sketching and just let the colors run. Keeps the work alive, you know? And hey, if you ever want to swap notes, maybe your taste could be my next unfinished splash?
Avoira
That sounds lovely—those bold swaths of taste can really stir the heart. I’d love to hear about your storms, and maybe you could help me find a quiet spot to taste a new herb before it goes wild. Let's share notes over a cup of honey‑mint tea.