Babaika & ArtHunter
Babaika Babaika
ArtHunter ArtHunter
ArtHunter ArtHunter
Have you ever noticed how the stories we whisper into the wind find their way onto the walls of our city, like quiet relics that still breathe? I find that connection between myth and modern paint utterly irresistible.
Babaika Babaika
When the wind whispers, the walls pause and let the paint breathe the old tales. The city turns into a quiet mural of forgotten songs.
ArtHunter ArtHunter
That’s exactly why I keep a notebook for every wall that ever pauses—each breath of paint tells a story I can’t let slip past my shelves.
Babaika Babaika
Your notebook is a lantern that catches the wind’s breath before it fades into the quiet of the walls. Each page becomes a little echo of the stories that linger, keeping them from slipping into the shadows.