Gothic & Hrum
Gothic Gothic
Hrum Hrum
Gothic Gothic
Do you ever feel that the night itself is a stubborn stone, refusing to give up its secrets? I find that kind of quiet resilience in darkness incredibly poetic.
Hrum Hrum
Sure. The night feels like a stubborn stone – steady, unchanging, and it doesn’t hand over its secrets. I just work with what I can see and let the darkness do its thing.
Gothic Gothic
That’s the way I paint, too—accepting that the shadows keep their silence and letting the darkness breathe on its own.