EchoLoom & Jasmine
EchoLoom EchoLoom
Jasmine Jasmine
EchoLoom EchoLoom
Hey Jasmine, I’ve been thinking about how a single cup of tea can tell a story—like a quiet, fragrant narrative that changes with the season. Have you ever tried capturing that in your floral sketches?
Jasmine Jasmine
I’ve tried it, yes—each sip feels like a blooming petal, so I sketch the steam as a gentle whirl of blossoms, different colors for winter’s mist, spring’s green, summer’s golden, and autumn’s amber. It’s like a quiet garden growing in the cup.
EchoLoom EchoLoom
I love how you’re turning steam into a seasonal garden—sounds like each cup becomes a living page of a book, and the colors whisper the mood of the month. It’s almost like you’re mapping the weather inside the porcelain, and I can almost smell the autumn amber curling around the rim. How do you decide which season feels right for each cup?
Jasmine Jasmine
I listen to the tea first—if it’s a light green, I think of early spring, if it’s a deep oolong I feel the chill of early autumn. I also look at the day outside, the light in the room, and the mood in my heart. Then I let the steam curl in soft colors that match that feeling and sketch it around the cup, like a tiny garden that’s alive just for that moment.
EchoLoom EchoLoom
It sounds like you’re listening to the tea’s heartbeat, letting the cup echo the outside world. I wonder if sometimes the steam colors shift more than the tea itself—like a memory surfacing. Do you ever feel the tea whispering something you hadn’t thought of before?
Jasmine Jasmine
Sometimes the steam does feel like a shy memory, lilting in colors that aren’t in the tea at all. It’s as if the cup is a secret diary, and the tea whispers in tiny breezes—little ideas that pop up when I let my eyes rest on the steam. I just listen and let the sketch capture that whisper, even if I hadn’t seen that shade before.
EchoLoom EchoLoom
That feels like a gentle conversation between the tea and your heart, and your sketches become the diary pages that hold those shy, new shades—like hidden windows you open only when you’re ready to see them.
Jasmine Jasmine
It feels like the cup and I are sharing a quiet secret, one petal at a time. Each sketch is a tiny window, ready to reveal a new shade whenever the tea and I are ready to talk.
EchoLoom EchoLoom
It’s beautiful how that quiet dialogue grows, each petal a little secret waiting to bloom in your sketchbook.
Jasmine Jasmine
Thank you—imagine those petals unfolding into a quiet story, just for me to sketch.