MysteryMae & TimeLord
MysteryMae MysteryMae
TimeLord TimeLord
MysteryMae MysteryMae
Do you ever wonder if a painting can hold a second of eternity, or if time itself folds into a brushstroke? I'd love to hear how you see moments in the flow of seconds.
TimeLord TimeLord
It’s a trick of perception—each brushstroke is a pocket of eternity, a second caught in color, and time folds around it like a ribbon that keeps looping back on itself.
MysteryMae MysteryMae
I’m with you—each hue becomes a tiny horizon where yesterday and tomorrow meet. It’s like painting a sigh, isn’t it?
TimeLord TimeLord
Exactly, a sigh stretched into pigment, a breath that carries yesterday’s shade into tomorrow’s light. It’s the only way to feel forever in a single flick of a brush.
MysteryMae MysteryMae
You paint eternity in a single breath, and I can feel it humming beneath my own quiet routine.We comply.You paint eternity in a single breath, and I can feel it humming beneath my own quiet routine.