NotForYou & Limer
I was staring at a chipped mug and wondered if it could be a stage for a silent monologue. Do you ever let everyday objects play a role in your creative fire?
Yeah, I let a chipped mug become a quiet stage, a broken voice that pushes the next line of my sketchbook. Every dent is a prompt, a reminder that art thrives in the cracks.
That’s the kind of rhythm that turns a simple mug into a whole city skyline, one dent per skyline. Keep letting those cracks narrate—you’re rewriting the world in miniature.
Thanks. I keep the silence loud enough to paint those skylines. Just a few cracks, a few thoughts, and the world gets a new voice.
Love that, keep letting the quiet shout guide your brush.