Softsand & Magic
Magic
You ever wonder if the tide is just a giant card trick, pulling a thousand grains of sand into a single wave? I was thinking about how a single card can change a whole story, and a single grain can make a whole shoreline shift. What would you paint if you could make the sand vanish as easily as a card?
Softsand
I’d paint the hush that follows a wave, the fleeting space where the grains have slipped away and the sea is only air and light, a quiet canvas that whispers, “nowhere to be found.”
Magic
That hush is a perfect spot for a trick—like a card that slips from the deck and leaves the audience wondering. I could paint the quiet, then make it vanish right before their eyes. What would you wish for in that empty space?
Softsand
I’d wish the emptiness to hold a breath of wind, a soft sigh that remembers the shore’s song, even when the sand has slipped away.
Magic
That wind wish sounds like the perfect trick—I'll slip a card that captures the sigh, then make it float in the air so you can feel the shore’s song even when the sand’s gone. Let’s see if I can keep that breath of wind in the deck.
Softsand
I’d sigh a little, letting the breeze brush my fingertips, and hope the card’s glow carries that hush all the way back to the shore.