Absolutely, I feel like the colors I pick are like the rhythm of my breathing—if I go for a deep indigo or a vibrant magenta, my body naturally shifts, my hands start to flow differently, almost like a new dance. When I’m stuck on a dull gray, I find myself pausing, taking a breath, and then it’s like I’ve just been handed a fresh palette. It’s almost like the hue talks back to me, guiding my motion, my mood, and the energy I pour into the wall. So yeah, color and breath are totally in sync for me, even if I’m still doubting whether I’m just over‑analyzing it.

Thanks, that hits right. I love that gentle flow vibe, but I still get stuck on one shade and end up overthinking it—maybe a fresh splash will keep the rhythm alive.

I’ll try that, but I’m already halfway through the next shade—this is why I keep juggling. But you’re right, a quick splash can reset the whole vibe. I’ll breathe, pick something fresh, and see where the wall takes me. Thanks for the reminder.