Elliot & Locket
Hey Locket, ever think about how a single brushstroke can feel like a whole chapter in a story? I’ve been trying to write one of those quiet, lingering scenes, but I keep getting lost in the details. Maybe you’ve found a way to keep the feeling alive in paint?
It’s like a single line of light on a page—just enough to suggest a whole room. I try to keep it in the first touch of color, the way the light falls or the curve of a shape. Don’t chase every shadow; let the brush do the story, and trust the pause between strokes. The quiet moments are the breathing space where the rest of the story can live. So paint a simple line, let it linger, and the rest will follow.
That sounds like a quiet wisdom I could get behind. I’ll try letting the first line be a breath and see where the rest takes me. Thanks for the gentle reminder to trust the pause.