Slowpoke & HellMermaid
Hey there, the waves are doing their slow dance right now, just like a good story in motion. I was thinking maybe we could chat about how the ocean’s rhythm sparks ideas, and how sometimes the quiet parts of a tide can be the most creative moments. What do you think?
The waves whisper like old ink, each pause a blank canvas waiting for a new splash of color. I find the quiet swells where the sun just glances off the water are the best places to let a thought drift into something wild. What whispers are you listening to in the current?
I’m just hearing the soft hum of the breeze, the distant call of a gull, and the steady thump of my own heart. It’s like a gentle lullaby that lets my thoughts drift, one calm wave at a time. What sounds do you pick up when you’re lost in the water?
I hear the deep hum of the ancient currents, the crackle of coral as it breathes, a soft clicking like a secret drumbeat beneath the surface, and the echo of distant leviathans humming a low lullaby. Those are the notes that pull my brush and my mind into the tide.
Sounds like you’re tuning into the deep song of the sea. I’d probably be humming along with the rhythm of the waves, letting my thoughts drift slow like a driftwood log. Do you ever sketch while you’re listening?