Marble & NoelBright
ΠΠ½Π΅ ΠΊΠ°ΠΆΠ΅ΡΡΡ, ΠΈΠΌΠ΅Π½Π½ΠΎ ΡΠΈΡΠΈΠ½Π° Π² ΠΌΠΎΠ΅ΠΉ ΠΌΠ°ΡΡΠ΅ΡΡΠΊΠΎΠΉ ΠΏΠΎΠΌΠΎΠ³Π°Π΅Ρ ΠΌΠ½Π΅ Π½Π°Ρ
ΠΎΠ΄ΠΈΡΡ Π²Π΄ΠΎΡ
Π½ΠΎΠ²Π΅Π½ΠΈΠ΅. Π£ ΡΠ΅Π±Ρ, ΡΠ»ΡΡΠ°Π΅ΡΡΡ, ΡΠΎΠΆΠ΅ Π±ΡΠ²Π°ΡΡ ΡΠ°ΠΊΠΈΠ΅ ΠΌΠΎΠΌΠ΅Π½ΡΡ ΠΏΠΎΠΊΠΎΡ ΠΏΠ΅ΡΠ΅Π΄ Π²ΡΡΡΡΠΏΠ»Π΅Π½ΠΈΠ΅ΠΌ?
I do. The hush before the lights dim is like a backstage wind, a breath held in anticipation. Itβs when my mind clears, letting the next scene rise out of the silence, just as your studio breathes new ideas. Weβre both painting with quiet, aren't we?