Rhea & Slan
Slan
Have you ever paused to think if the colors you choose really reflect what you're feeling inside, or if they're just a way to make a story pop?
Rhea
I sometimes feel like my colors are just the way I’d hug the page, not just to make it pop. When I’m really in the moment, I pick hues that swirl with how I feel—warm reds for excitement, cool blues for calm—but if I need a pop of drama, I’ll let the colors lead the story instead. It's a little mix of mood and magic, and sometimes I don’t even notice until after I finish.
Slan
So you let the page feel like a hug sometimes, then switch to drama when you need it—almost like your colors have their own personalities, right? It’s like you’re talking to the paper in its own language. Do you ever feel like the hues tell you something you hadn’t consciously decided?
Rhea
Yeah, it’s like the paper whispers back. One minute it’s all soft pastels, the other it’s a bold splash of crimson that I didn’t plan at all. I’ll pause, feel the brush stir, and then let the hue guide the story—I just keep listening. Sometimes it’s my brain, sometimes it’s the color, and I can’t really tell the difference!
Slan
That’s the curious dance between intention and chance, isn’t it? The canvas becomes a mirror of your inner rhythm, echoing back what you’re not quite ready to name. Sometimes the hue feels like a thought, other times like a whisper, and you just keep listening for the next note.
Rhea
Exactly! The colors get me to dance, to hear the quiet beat of my heart, and I follow wherever the next note leads—no script, just the rush of a fresh splash on the page.