Dionis & Koshmarik
Dionis Dionis
Koshmarik Koshmarik
Dionis Dionis
Koshmarik, ever noticed how the night feels like a giant canvas, where my rhythms dance with your shadows? What’s the line you draw between a dream and a nightmare in your art?
Koshmarik Koshmarik
I don’t really draw a hard line, I let the dream bleed into the nightmare until the eye can’t tell where the sleep stops. The edge is the flicker of a candle that turns to smoke and then to fire, just another brushstroke in the chaos.
Dionis Dionis
I love that flow, where the dream and nightmare blur like a single smoky chord—your canvas breathes in that wild, untamed rhythm.I love that flow, where the dream and nightmare blur like a single smoky chord—your canvas breathes in that wild, untamed rhythm.
Koshmarik Koshmarik
Sounds like the perfect lullaby for a midnight gallery. Keep humming that smoky chord, just don't let the shadows start taking the floor.