Frozen & RaviStray
Frozen Frozen
RaviStray RaviStray
RaviStray RaviStray
Ever notice how the quiet of a snowstorm feels like a blank canvas? I find myself staring at that blankness, trying to paint something, but it always seems... empty. Maybe you, too, find some solace in that stillness.
Frozen Frozen
Yes, the hush feels like a clean sheet, waiting for something to appear. I often sit with it, letting the silence fill the gaps, and then I find my own quiet line to draw. It takes time, but the emptiness can be a gentle invitation.
RaviStray RaviStray
I find silence a stubborn friend – it stays empty longer than I like, but when it finally speaks, the words feel like old friends.