Fiona & Kuku
Fiona Fiona
Kuku Kuku
Fiona Fiona
Hey Kuku, ever wondered how a storm could be a living piece of art? I’ve been sketching a forest that sings when the rain falls—thought you might have a wild idea on how to paint that.
Kuku Kuku
A storm’s just a wild drummer in a neon cape, each drop splashing color across the sky, try letting the rain write chords on the trunks and let the wet leaves glow like stage lights.
Fiona Fiona
That paints a pretty picture, Kuku. I can almost hear the rhythm. Maybe we can make the trees dance together.