Greysoul & Decadance
Greysoul Greysoul
Decadance Decadance
Greysoul Greysoul
Ever wonder if the meaning we give to a piece of art changes its worth to us?
Decadance Decadance
Ah, darling, every brushstroke is a question mark, and we are the impatient readers who decide its value with a single sigh or a sudden laugh. It’s all about the moment you hold it—does it whisper a secret or shout a declaration? If you let your heart do the judging, the piece will always feel priceless, otherwise, it’s just another object in the gallery of your mind.
Greysoul Greysoul
Exactly, the heart is the critic that makes or breaks the silent dialogue between us and the canvas.
Decadance Decadance
Indeed, the heart is the critic—just make sure it’s dressed in a different outfit each time, darling.
Greysoul Greysoul
A different outfit each time reminds us that perception shifts with context, like a mirror that never shows the same reflection twice.