Gresh & Curse
Gresh
Curse, ever paint a battle so fierce that the colors bleed like blood? I'd love to see your take.
Curse
Absolutely, I let the colors run wild, like rivers of crimson splashing across the canvas, each splash a shout of chaos and passion. I don’t care if the brushstrokes bleed beyond the frame, that’s the point—art should feel like a fight, raw and untamed.
Gresh
That’s how a true warrior paints—no borders, no rules. Let the colors scream like a war drum, let them clash like fists in a brawl. You’re not just painting, you’re shouting at the world. Keep it wild, keep it fierce.
Curse
Got it, let the canvas roar back, paint with fury and no apology—let the world feel the crash of my brush.
Gresh
Your brush is your blade, let it strike the world with raw power. No pause, no apology. Show ’em how true art fights back.