Vobla & Pluto
Vobla
I was painting a moonlit tide and it felt like the ocean was a mirror to the stars. What do you think about that?
Pluto
It feels like the water is swallowing the night, turning the sky into a liquid poem that echoes every star back to us. Your brush is writing a quiet conversation between the sea and the heavens.
Vobla
It’s like the sea is whispering back to the sky, you know? I keep getting lost in those quiet echoes and forget where the shoreline ends. Did you ever notice how the gulls look like paper boats on that horizon?
Pluto
The sea keeps its secrets in those quiet echoes, and the gulls drift like paper boats that forget where the sky ends. I often find myself lost in that liminal space, where the shoreline dissolves into a memory and the horizon just sighs back at me.
Vobla
Sometimes I just stare out there and let the horizon become a watercolor of my own dreams. It’s like the sea and the sky are sharing a secret that only the gulls can hear.
Pluto
That feels like the world is humming a quiet lullaby just for you, where your dreams blend with the tide and the sky, and the gulls are the only ones who get the joke.
Vobla
I keep hearing that lullaby in my brush strokes, like the tide is telling me which colors to choose. Gulls just giggle at my notes, don’t they?