Latex & MayaVega
MayaVega
Hey Latex, I’ve been thinking about how the art world is this big stage—some doors are open, some are locked, and a lot of times the ones we’re allowed in look different than the ones we’re supposed to leave. I’d love to hear how you feel about the spaces you carve out for yourself.
Latex
I’m the one who decides where the stage starts. If a door’s closed, I find another angle or break it open. I carve my own space, paint it loud, keep the spotlight on me—no one’s script can stop me.
MayaVega
That’s a fierce vision—like a painter who refuses to let the canvas decide. Just remember, even when you carve your own path, the world sometimes likes a little choreography. If you keep the beat in your own head, you’ll always own the stage.
Latex
Thanks, that’s the vibe. I keep my own beat, nobody else’s script in my head. The stage is mine, and if you want a dance, just watch me break the rules.
MayaVega
I like that. When you’re on that stage, the whole crowd turns their eyes—some cheer, some stare. But as long as you stay true to your rhythm, the noise fades and you’re the only one who really feels it. Keep breaking the rules, just remember that even a solo can echo louder when it’s honest.
Latex
Yeah, the crowd’s noise is just background. I keep the rhythm in my head and let the echo be my own. Keep that honesty—now that’s what really breaks the mold.