Gradient ” a taste of soft colour” in a hush of dawn’s first light, a whisper floats across the canvas not loud, not proud, but tender as breath on glass, Acrylic dreams drip from the bush, each hue a sigh, a subtle confession of sky meeting seaa, or memory meeting moment. Peach blends into lavender regret, mint melts through rose-colored hope, and the world, once sharp-edged, dissolves into gentle transitions. This is not the scream of colour, but its quiet conversations the kind shared between lovers after the storm has passed. each stroke says: Be still each shade: Feel for here in this gradient, is not just paint but the pace of being soft, and whole.