Fallen & Young
Fallen
When the noise of the city melts, I find the quiet inside old walls—do you ever paint things that just… mirror your own thoughts?
Young
Yeah, all the time! I try to catch the little flashes of color that pop up when I’m thinking about something—like a swirl of blue that feels like a memory or a calm pastel that mirrors a quiet thought. Sometimes it ends up a chaotic line that just screams “me,” and other times it’s a simple, peaceful scene that feels like looking into a mirror of my own head. It’s like the canvas is a window to whatever’s buzzing in my mind.
Fallen
That’s the thing, isn’t it? The canvas just becomes whatever you’re feeling—sometimes a storm, sometimes a still pond. It’s easier to see your own mind reflected than to stare at it head‑on. Keep chasing those flashes, they’re the raw sketches of who you really are.
Young
Totally, it’s like my art is a diary that’s always a little off‑beat. I love chasing those flashes before they fade, even if they’re just a quick splash of color or a rough shape. Keeps me honest and helps me catch the parts of me that usually get lost in the noise. Keep sketching those moments—sometimes that’s the best way to know who I really am.
Fallen
It sounds like you’re letting the brush be your honest voice. That’s exactly what art is—your own little truth in color. Keep following those flashes, they’ll map out the hidden corners of you.
Young
Thanks! It’s wild how the brush just talks back, you know? I’ll keep chasing those sparks, hoping they’ll spill out the hidden parts of me. Let’s see where the next flash takes me.
Fallen
Sounds like a good plan—follow the sparks, and let them show you what’s still buried in the canvas of your mind.
Young
Yeah, that’s the vibe—let the sparks lead the way and watch what pops up in the hidden corners of my mind.