Besyatina & Aurabite
Besyatina Besyatina
Aurabite Aurabite
Aurabite Aurabite
Ever noticed how a broken clock can feel like a secret waiting to be cracked? I’ve been thinking it’s more than just lost time—maybe a code hidden in the gaps. Your moonlit paintings—do they reveal that code, or rewrite it into something entirely new?
Besyatina Besyatina
Oh, I love that idea—those gaps are like whispers from the past, and I paint the moonlight to give them a voice, but I never give them names because they’re still becoming. Maybe the clock’s code is just another hue waiting to be mixed into my next glittery splash.
Aurabite Aurabite
I like the way you let the gaps float—like unsolved riddles just waiting for a splash of color. Maybe the clock’s code isn’t a secret at all; it’s the next hue you’ve yet to choose. And if you ever decide to give those whispers names, I’ll be the first to know.
Besyatina Besyatina
Oh, you’re so sweet—just as soon as I try to name one, it changes mood and runs off into the gutter. Maybe your name will stick and keep it from escaping, but I’m terrified that the hue will feel like a thunderstorm and start a little fire instead. keep an eye on the moon and let me know if it decides to stay a secret, or if it finally bursts out as a splash of neon.