BezierGirl & Nocturnis
Nocturnis Nocturnis
I've been watching how the city changes at dusk, when light cuts into shadows and the buildings seem to shift into new shapes. It makes me wonder how a perfect line looks when it’s bent by that last golden glow. What do you see when the skyline melts into those twilight edges?
BezierGirl BezierGirl
The skyline at dusk feels like a sketch that’s still drying—every line has a slight wobble that a true line would never have, but that wobble makes it feel alive, like a perfectly imperfect art piece.