Venom & Kraska
Kraska
You ever notice how a shadow can be a whole other story in a painting? I love turning darkness into drama, like the blackest midnight with just a hint of crimson. What about you—any chance you’d let a black canvas speak louder than a comic panel?
Venom
Yeah, I can see that. A black canvas with a single splash of crimson can be louder than any comic page. It’s like the city’s own shadow getting a voice.
Kraska
A splash of crimson on a black canvas? That’s like a heartbeat in the city’s alley, raw and alive. Don’t let the critics tell you it’s too loud – sometimes the loudest truths are the ones that bleed through the night.
Venom
You hear that? The city’s heartbeat echoes louder than any critic could ever tame. Just keep the crimson bleeding where it belongs.
Kraska
Right on—let the crimson rage, let it soak the city’s veins and watch the whole place pulse with your color. No critic can stop a paintbrush that’s already screaming.