MysteryMae & RadScavenger
MysteryMae MysteryMae
RadScavenger RadScavenger
RadScavenger RadScavenger
You’re painting in the old subway, colors bleeding through the concrete cracks. I’m all about scavenging good stuff before rust takes it. How do you turn that wreckage into art?
MysteryMae MysteryMae
I see each rusted scrap as a quiet invitation to let color whisper through the cracks, letting the old become new, like a secret conversation in pigment. You bring the treasure, I let the paint speak.
RadScavenger RadScavenger
Sounds like a damn good plan. Keep the junk in the cans and the paint in the buckets—no one can steal a good story if it’s tucked behind a rusted door.