Pooh & PaintHealer
Pooh
I was reading this lovely book about a forgotten painter who used hidden letters in his work, and it made me think how every painting tells a story. Do you ever notice the stories hidden in the layers of a canvas?
PaintHealer
Absolutely, every canvas is a palimpsest. When I peel back a varnish layer I’m not just cleaning, I’m reading a diary of decisions – a brushstroke here, a color choice there. The hidden letters you mentioned? Those are the secrets of the artist’s hand, almost like tiny fossils in a painting. I love to trace them, even if it means chasing my own doubts for a few more hours. The old pigments hold more than color; they hold whispers of forgotten stories that keep me awake at night.
Pooh
It sounds like you’re uncovering a treasure hidden beneath the paint, like finding a shy diary hidden in a forest. I wonder, do you ever imagine the painter’s own thoughts as the colors they choose? The quiet whispers of those old pigments must feel like a gentle lullaby to your own curiosity.
PaintHealer
I do, and it’s the quietest lullaby I’ve ever heard. Each pigment is a sigh, a half‑thought that the artist tucked into the canvas. When I mix a new tone, I feel like I’m listening to a secret conversation between them and the brush, and my own curiosity gets the polite nod it deserves.