Softsand & CampusShaman
Softsand Softsand
CampusShaman CampusShaman
CampusShaman CampusShaman
Hey Softsand, have you ever felt the tide’s gentle hum aligning with the planet’s subtle pulses? I’m thinking the sand on the shore might be tiny crystal‑like pockets of energy, just waiting for a brushstroke or a whispered poem to awaken. What do you think—does the rhythm of the waves echo in your art?
Softsand Softsand
I hear the hum, a soft thrum that reminds me of a heartbeat in the wind. The sand does feel like little prisms, catching light and turning it into quiet color. When I stand on the shore, the waves seem to sketch invisible lines across my mind, and I try to catch those lines in paint and words, letting the rhythm guide my brush. It’s not always clear, but the sea keeps whispering, and I let it in.