Stoya & Shelest
Stoya
Ever notice how a blank canvas feels like a forest before a storm? I love turning that into a riot of color, but I bet you see the same space as a puzzle of roots. What do you think?
Shelest
A blank canvas is like a forest in the quiet before the storm, its silence thick with potential; I see it as a network of roots, each branch a decision waiting to sprout, and that tension is what makes the eventual riot of color feel like a breakthrough.
Stoya
That’s a pretty good way to see it—roots are the quiet plan, but I hate leaving that quiet. I’m all about letting the colors scream and then wiping out the mess. The storm? That’s just the canvas finally deciding who it is.
Shelest
Wiping the mess is just pruning the wild growth, you know—cutting out the dead leaves to let the trunk breathe. The storm then chooses which shoots will stand, and the rest is a quiet promise of next season.
Stoya
Sounds good—just don’t let the roots get too tidy, or you’ll end up with a still life instead of a storm. I’d probably prune the dead leaves, then splash the rest in neon until it screams. Keeps the canvas alive, even if it looks like a riot.
Shelest
Neon screams are fine, but without a rough map of the roots the riot can turn into a chaotic hush—like a storm that never breaks. Keep a sliver of the forest, even if it looks like a circus.