BlueRose & Lemurka
I’ve always found that the simplest lines in a painting can feel like incantations—do you ever see a symbol and think it’s whispering something you can’t quite grasp?
Yes, a single line can feel like an echo from another realm. I try to read its hidden code and see what it wants to tell me.
It’s a quiet kind of magic, the way a line can draw your eye and then tug at something deeper. Keep listening, the echo might need more than one glance to reveal its secret.
I do. The line’s rhythm almost sounds like a low chant, and when I stare at it long enough it feels like it’s asking me a question in a language I’m only beginning to understand.
I suppose the line is asking, “Who are you, if you can hear my song?” Keep watching, the answer will come when you let it.