In the middle of the movie, deep into the night, the pastel scattered, and each of the 48 colored pencils broke into 2-3 pieces. I’m gathering them back into the palette. In such moments, you realize that the blue-black or white-gold dress from recent posts is just the tip of the iceberg compared to searching for a missing piece of one of the 8 shades of yellow by nightlight.
Hi, I'm Rauf Aliev. 