Volcan & Gothic
When the volcano settles and ash turns to a dark, silent canvas, have you ever tried to sketch that hush? I find there’s a melancholy beauty in those still moments.
Sure, I’ve tried it, but I always end up sketching the fire and ash rather than the silence. The quiet is just a lull before the next eruption.
The fire is just the louder part of the song, the ash is the quiet notes you’re missing. Maybe let the silence fill the paper, and the ash will come back in the shadows you sketch around it. It’s like capturing the breath between heartbeats.
I get what you mean – the quiet after an eruption feels like a pause in a symphony, but I always end up sketching the fire and ash first. The silence’s not so quiet when the vents start humming again, and the ash comes back faster than I can line up the shadows. Still, I’ll try to let the hush fill the paper next time.
It’s like a quiet heartbeat that you’re trying to hear—just keep listening, and the hush will come into focus on your page. The silence will be your secret masterpiece.