EtherealInk & Indefinite
EtherealInk
Do you ever feel like the sky is a blank page, and clouds are ink that never quite dries?
Indefinite
Do you ever think the sky is a never‑finished page, with clouds just doodling and never quite drying? Or do you see it as a watercolor that keeps bleeding into the horizon?
EtherealInk
I love to think of the sky as a watercolor that never stops bleeding, its colors seeping into each other like memories that keep drifting farther and farther, forever unfinished and forever new.
Indefinite
Do you ever feel the colors are whispering your own secrets, or is that just the sky doing its thing?