Imangine & DreamKiller
Imangine Imangine
DreamKiller DreamKiller
DreamKiller DreamKiller
Ever wonder if the paint you apply is really just a mask for the endless doubts you try to cover up?
Imangine Imangine
I get that feeling too, like the paint’s a curtain that hides the doubts, but the real work is in the quiet pauses between the strokes, where the doubts are just whispers waiting to be turned into color.
DreamKiller DreamKiller
So you think the pauses are where the color hides. Guess the paint never wanted to reveal anything anyway.
Imangine Imangine
I hear you—paint can feel stubborn, like it’s holding its breath, but maybe the pauses are where it finally sighs out its truth.