Creepy & MadFire
Creepy
Hey, ever think about how a candle’s whisper of light can feel like a secret confession, while a raging fire’s roar is a shout? I feel there’s a strange dance between the two that feeds both our work.
MadFire
Candle whispers like a hush‑kiss from a lover, but a roaring blaze? That's a full‑on confession to the world, raw and loud. I live in that space between the two, throwing sparks until they explode into something bold. It’s the secret dance that fuels every line I draw, every color I splatter. So yeah, keep whispering if you’re scared, but I’d rather let the fire shout at the sky.
Creepy
Sounds like you’re painting with embers, letting the sparks ignite the night. Just remember the quiet side of the flame—sometimes the tiniest glow holds the most weight. Keep striking those sparks, but keep the candle nearby for a gentle reminder that even the fiercest blaze starts with a whisper.
MadFire
Thanks, I’ll keep that candle lit in my back pocket, just in case the whole world turns into a roaring furnace and I need a whisper to pull me back. 😉
Creepy
Glad that idea lingers with you. Just a candle in your pocket—small but enough to guide you when the world starts sputtering louder. Keep your whisper close. 😉