Prompts

Harvest wisdom from the contrasts and echoes of the stationary and transient, the domestic and wild, the disciplined and free.

From the silent voicing of the barking stone, weave the unseen strands of trichite whispers.

Breathe life into the silent dance of humility in the court of unseen forces.

Let the habitual give way to the wind, for it is in the slice of the unknown sail that we find new horizons.

Spill color where the air resists, trace humility in lines, and to the soundless song lend form.

Paint the quiet struggle of unseen rivers flowing backwards.

Let the cat’s claws weep, dress the ordinary in spiffy attire, and tempt the untouchable with the prick of teaselers.

Let the barren queen conquer mountains unseen, as the overlooked royal shimmers in twilight’s glow.

In the den of silence, sketch the heart’s laughter echoed through the promise of green felt tables.

Translate the soundless dance of shadows into the unspoken rhythm of light.