Wart & BrushDust
BrushDust
Just spent hours staring at the tiniest crack on that marble arm—it’s like a secret conversation between the stone and time. Ever think about how these gaps tell a story?
Wart
Sure, marble’s got more drama than most people. Those cracks are basically its way of saying “I survived the apocalypse and still look fine.”
BrushDust
Yeah, but they’re not just scars; they’re punctuation marks in the stone’s autobiography. Notice how that line runs from the joint to the face? It tells you exactly where the stress settled. I’m cataloguing it now—because the story deserves a precise record.
Wart
Cataloguing cracks? You’re turning a wall into a diary. Guess the stone’s ready to spill its secrets if you offer it a coffee.
BrushDust
A coffee? The stone doesn’t need a drink, just a proper magnifier and a steady hand. I’ll let the crack speak in its own quiet language.