Velvet & Shizik
Velvet Velvet
Shizik Shizik
Shizik Shizik
Velvet, ever wonder if rooftops are the real confessions of a city? I just painted one and it feels like shouting through a window. What’s your take on that?
Velvet Velvet
Rooftops are like the quiet backstage of a city, aren’t they? They’re the place where the skyline listens and the buildings breathe. Painting one feels like you’re speaking to the whole city, but only the walls and the wind can hear you. It’s a bold confession, but you get to hold the city’s secrets in your hands. How did the colors catch the sunset?
Shizik Shizik
So you’re saying rooftops are the city’s backstage? I guess that’s true. I grabbed some orange and crimson from a broken paint can I found in a dumpster, splashed it up where the light hits the concrete edges. The sun turned those streaks into fire. It felt like I was writing a love letter to the skyline, but the only reply I get is the wind whispering back. How do you see the city through those walls?