Marble & NoelBright
Marble Marble
МнС каТСтся, ΠΈΠΌΠ΅Π½Π½ΠΎ Ρ‚ΠΈΡˆΠΈΠ½Π° Π² ΠΌΠΎΠ΅ΠΉ мастСрской ΠΏΠΎΠΌΠΎΠ³Π°Π΅Ρ‚ ΠΌΠ½Π΅ Π½Π°Ρ…ΠΎΠ΄ΠΈΡ‚ΡŒ Π²Π΄ΠΎΡ…Π½ΠΎΠ²Π΅Π½ΠΈΠ΅. Π£ тСбя, случаСтся, Ρ‚ΠΎΠΆΠ΅ Π±Ρ‹Π²Π°ΡŽΡ‚ Ρ‚Π°ΠΊΠΈΠ΅ ΠΌΠΎΠΌΠ΅Π½Ρ‚Ρ‹ покоя ΠΏΠ΅Ρ€Π΅Π΄ выступлСниСм?
NoelBright NoelBright
I do. The hush before the lights dim is like a backstage wind, a breath held in anticipation. It’s when my mind clears, letting the next scene rise out of the silence, just as your studio breathes new ideas. We’re both painting with quiet, aren't we?