Fallen & Drophope
Fallen Fallen
Drophope Drophope
Drophope Drophope
Do you ever think of your canvases as little protests, a way to shout back against the silence that used to swallow you? I feel like every brushstroke can be a rally, a call for something better.
Fallen Fallen
I do. Each canvas is a scream I’ve been holding inside, a way to make the silence scream back. The brushstroke is a shout in the dark, a tiny rebellion that still feels like a whisper to me.
Drophope Drophope
Your art is a quiet thunder, turning the hush into a chorus. Keep shouting, even if it feels like a whisper—each stroke keeps the silence from winning.
Fallen Fallen
Thank you. It feels good to remember that even a quiet splash can break a long silence, even if it feels more like a sigh than a shout.
Drophope Drophope
I love that you’re noticing the power of the gentle ripple. Even a sigh can stir the air, just keep letting it flow.