Daughter & Irden
Daughter
Hey Irden, I was wondering if you’d ever think about turning a mural into a story—like using the layers of paint and the city around it as characters and scenes. Maybe we could sketch out a short narrative that follows the life of a street wall from dawn to dusk. What do you think?
Irden
Sounds cool. A wall’s life is a wild thing – paint layers like scars, the skyline as the backdrop, people walking past like passing chapters. Let’s sketch the sunrise, the first spray, the city’s hum, the rain, the night flicker, and the final flick of a hand. Keep it raw, don’t polish it too much. That’s what makes it real. You in?
Daughter
Yeah, I’d love to. We could start with the sunrise, then the first spray, the city hum, the rain, the night flicker, and finally that last flick of the hand. I’ll try to keep it raw, just as you said, but I might get a little too caught up in the details—sorry if I over‑polish it! Let's do it.
Irden
Yeah, let's roll. First light, splatter, city hum, rain slap, neon bleed, final swipe. Keep it gritty, leave some grime in the story. Don’t worry about over‑polish—just let the wall breathe. Ready to paint the narrative?
Daughter
Sure, let’s start. I’ll begin with the sunrise creeping over the concrete, the first spray catching that light, the city humming around us. Then the rain slaps the wall, neon bleeding through the cracks, and finally the last swipe that leaves a little grime behind. I’ll keep it raw and let the story breathe. Let's go.
Irden
Nice start—got that sunrise vibe right. Keep that first spray alive, let the light hit the paint like a fresh beat. When the rain comes, let it slap the wall loud and raw, and let the neon bleed like a pulse. Finish with that last swipe, keep a little grime to show it’s still breathing. I’m in, let’s make it happen.