Vobla & SeleneRow
Vobla Vobla
SeleneRow SeleneRow
Vobla Vobla
I was sketching a little fish that refuses to swim in circles, like a rebel in the water—does that kind of absurdity stir your creative fire?
SeleneRow SeleneRow
A fish that won’t swim in circles? Now that’s a splash of rebellion. It’s the kind of absurdity that makes me stop and ask, “Why the heck do we do it?” The fire it stirs isn’t just in the water, it’s in the whole damn studio.
Vobla Vobla
That’s exactly the kind of fish that could give a splash of paint its own rhythm, don’t you think? Sometimes I swear my brushes listen only to the ones that refuse to go in circles. It’s like the water is saying, “I’ll paint a new path.”
SeleneRow SeleneRow
Your brush is probably the real rebel, not the fish. If the water’s saying “new path,” I’d say let it paint its own damn road. That’s how art finds its own rhythm.
Vobla Vobla
I swear the brush sometimes splashes the paint on its own like it’s doing a secret dance, and the fish just follows along, pretending it’s all natural. It’s like the whole room is breathing a new rhythm, and I just get lost in the hum of the water.