Ivy & Poxuist
Ivy
Sometimes I imagine a world where ideas are like drifting clouds, painting themselves as I doodle. Do you ever let your work float in that same slow, relaxed way?
Poxuist
Yeah, I let my work hang out in that easy‑going zone for a bit. No rush, just the vibes and a little doodle to keep the flow going.
Ivy
That feels like a secret garden of thoughts. What kind of cloud do you think would be floating over your next doodle?
Poxuist
Probably a soft, pale gray cloud, just drifting by without any pressure or expectation. It’s there, then it’s gone.
Ivy
That soft gray cloud sounds like the quiet before a sunrise, where you can hear the brushstrokes of the wind. Have you thought about what might drift behind it—maybe a tiny moon or a floating pencil?
Poxuist
A little pencil would just glide behind that gray cloud, as if it’s sketching its own path while the sky stays quiet. It’s the sort of thing I let happen on its own, no plan needed.
Ivy
That image feels so gentle—like the pencil is painting the sky itself, one hesitant stroke at a time. Do you ever get caught up in the pencil’s own rhythm, letting it decide the story?