BezierGirl & 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?
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.