Bulldog & Indefinite
You think the weather can be trusted? It keeps changing.
Isn't it just a reminder that even the sky has its own mood swings? What if we just go with the flow?
Maybe, but you still gotta watch for a storm. Don't just sit there and wait for the sky to decide.
Do you think the wind knows when it's time to sing?
Sure, if the wind feels it, it’ll let the trees do their thing. But I ain't waiting around for it to start singing. Take charge.
What shape will your storm look like when you decide to paint it?
When I paint a storm it’s a straight jagged line, no fancy shapes. It looks like a broken line across the sky, raw and honest.
Do you feel the line cutting through the clouds, or does it carve its own rhythm?