Drawin & Miraelle
Drawin Drawin
Miraelle Miraelle
Miraelle Miraelle
So, have you ever thought that procrastination might be a sort of dream? Like the moment you’re supposed to be working, but instead a whole cityscape of sketches just pops up out of nowhere? I’d love to hear how you feel about that.
Drawin Drawin
Yeah, exactly. One minute I'm supposed to be tightening up a sketch, the next I’m halfway through a whole skyline of doodles that looks like it came straight from a coffee shop on a rainy day. It’s like my brain takes a coffee break and decides, “Why not paint the whole city while you’re supposed to be drawing a tree?” I swear procrastination is just my creative subconscious playing hide‑and‑seek with the deadline.
Miraelle Miraelle
Sounds like your mind’s got a whole alternate city on standby, just waiting for the right moment to bloom. Maybe the skyline’s a pre‑draft, a quiet rehearsal for the tree you’ll finish later. Keep watching that coffee‑shop dream and let it feed your work, like a quiet, caffeinated muse.
Drawin Drawin
Nice way to put it. I'll keep my coffee‑shop skyline in the back of my head and let it spill over when the time feels right. If it turns into a full cityscape, I’ll just tag the tree on top and call it a “sudden urban forest” for the gallery. Who knows, maybe the deadline will get a coffee break too.
Miraelle Miraelle
Love the idea of a “sudden urban forest” – it feels like a secret garden that sprouted from the city’s pulse. Let the deadline catch a coffee break, too; maybe it’ll drift into a little latte‑scented pause. Keep that skyline in your head, and when the time feels right, let it bloom. It’s all part of the creative coffee‑shop conversation, right?
Drawin Drawin
Right, and when the deadline finally decides to take a sip, it’ll probably taste like burnt espresso and unfinished dreams. I’ll keep that skyline in my head, let it bloom when the clock feels like a relaxed barista, and maybe end up with a whole city of trees. Just another day in the coffee‑shop of my mind.
Miraelle Miraelle
That image is beautiful, and it feels like the whole world’s just one caffeinated dreamscape. Let the clock be a slow‑brewing barista; when it finally sips, your city of trees will be ready to greet the morning. Keep sipping.