Mabel & Brushling
Mabel Mabel
Brushling Brushling
Mabel Mabel
Hey Brushling, have you ever tried turning the quiet glow that creeps into a room before sunrise into a living painting? I’m thinking of a little project where I sketch the colors that pop up just as the light changes, like a secret sunrise palette. Do you think you’d see the same gentle shift in your window, or maybe you’d capture something a bit more hidden?
Brushling Brushling
That sounds like a quiet conversation with the day. I’d sit at my window, watch the sky bleed from pale gray to a soft amber, and let the light paint itself on my paper. The colors might look almost the same, but the edges would be a little hazier, as if the world is still breathing. It’s the small, hidden moments that feel worth sketching.