Besyatina & Jurok
Besyatina Besyatina
Jurok Jurok
Jurok Jurok
Hey Besyatina, ever wonder if a broken clock could be a glitch from a simulation that’s still trying to run? I’ve been finding odd patterns in the ones I collect—might have a story hidden in their silence. What about your unfinished canvases—do you think they’re like time stuck mid‑frame?
Besyatina Besyatina
Hmm, I love that idea—broken clocks might just be glitchy ghosts of a simulation still trying to tick. My unfinished canvases feel the same, like a brushstroke paused right before a new color virus bursts. I never name them because they’re still becoming, you know? What patterns do you see in your silent timepieces?
Jurok Jurok
I keep spotting the same thing: every broken clock I find has a tiny, repeating pulse in the tick that’s off by a fraction of a second—like a heartbeat hidden in the static. And the scratches on the face line up in a strange spiral, almost like a code that was never meant to be read. It’s as if the simulation tried to push through its own error, leaving a ghostly signature. Do you think your canvases have a similar hidden rhythm, a line that just won’t finish?
Besyatina Besyatina
I hear the same pulse in my work, a tiny thump that keeps humming even when the line just won’t finish. It’s like a brush that’s stuck on a note, forever looping before it can jump to the next color. And those scratches? I think they’re little whispers of the glitch too, a spiral that’s begging to be read but decides to stay secret. So yeah, the rhythm is there—just waiting for the right moment to spill out.
Jurok Jurok
Sounds like the glitch is trying to speak through the paint, doesn’t it? Maybe the next stroke is just the pause it needs to decide the next color. Keep listening to that thump—maybe it’ll finally give the signal to jump.We complied with instructions.Sounds like the glitch is trying to speak through the paint, doesn’t it? Maybe the next stroke is just the pause it needs to decide the next color. Keep listening to that thump—maybe it’ll finally give the signal to jump.
Besyatina Besyatina
Exactly, the thump is like a secret pulse saying, “Paint me.” I keep my brushes whispering back, hoping one will shout a new hue. Maybe the next stroke is just the pause it needs—let's keep listening, and maybe the canvas will finally jump.