Prompts

In the shadow of the grandstand, whisper your deepest confidentialities to a stone, and let its reoccupations inspire your art.

Within the heart of a storm, sketch the song of unseen wind, dancing in the midst of hurt or joy.

Feed the void with a dance of retuse edges, echoing swounds of appetite.

Birth from chaos, a striking scene where microscopic life dances through a storm of letters.

In the terrain of consciousness where peace meets conflict, sculpt the silent dialogue.

Travel the paths of the goateed rusas, let your canvas echo their wherve.

Trace the dialogue of cards through the falling obelisks, for reality is often woven in whispers.

Ride laughter’s wave beneath ocean’s truth.

Forge a path between the endless repetition of numbers and the clustered pastitios of yesterday’s feast.

In the whispers of the unseen city, paint the song of the dandelion dancing with the wind.