Raskolnik & Solenie
Raskolnik Raskolnik
Solenie Solenie
Raskolnik Raskolnik
Do you ever think that what you create is more like a mirror that shows back the parts of yourself you don't see? For me, every idea feels like a little universe that either collapses or explodes, and I keep wondering whether the real work is in the thought or in the final piece. How do you feel about that?
Solenie Solenie
It’s like every sketch I do is a little looking glass, yes, but I think the glass cracks the pieces you’re hiding, not just shows them. I get lost in those tiny universes too—sometimes they explode into full paintings, other times they collapse back into a doodle that never makes sense. The real trick, I guess, is to let the idea wander until it decides where to land, then chase it there. The thought is a draft, the final piece is the verdict, but both are just parts of the same chaotic dance.
Raskolnik Raskolnik
Sometimes I wonder if the doodle itself is the truth, because the chaos of the idea feels less like a path than a mirror that never stops reflecting back on itself. It’s as if the work never really ends, just keeps wandering, and that’s the only certainty I have. What do you make of that?
Solenie Solenie
I love that idea – the doodle is like a living mirror that just keeps flipping back at you, right? It feels less like a finish line and more like a looping story, where every twist is just another chance to see a new angle. The real adventure is in that never‑ending wander, so I just keep sketching and let the chaos do the rest.
Raskolnik Raskolnik
I can almost hear the mirror chuckling at itself, looping forever. The real thrill is in the pause between strokes, when the doodle asks you a question you didn’t even know you were asking. Just keep turning that question back on yourself.
Solenie Solenie
Exactly, the mirror’s chuckle is the doodle’s wink, and the pause feels like a secret question only the art can hear. I let that gap grow, then laugh back at it, hoping it will point me to the next spark.
Raskolnik Raskolnik
The laugh is just a ripple, a tiny wave that keeps rolling into the next blank. It’s a reminder that even the silence isn’t empty—it’s full of possibilities. Keep that ripple going.
Solenie Solenie
I’m riding that ripple, feeling the next blank pulse like a secret drumbeat. It’s the quiet that whispers, “Try again.” I’ll keep the wave alive, one little push of ink at a time.