Lyudoved & EnviroSketch
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I’ve been thinking about how ruins in cities become the quiet witnesses of social change—how their silent walls seem to hold conversations that people forget to write down. How do you feel about that, especially when you map emotions onto landscapes?
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I think ruins are the quiet, layered canvases of a city. Every cracked wall is a brushstroke of forgotten emotion, and if you map those feelings onto the landscape, you’re basically repainting history. I keep my old brushes hidden, just in case a layer needs a fresh touch before the next one settles. Waterfalls, on the other hand, are just too loud for my taste.