BezierGirl & Nocturnis
BezierGirl BezierGirl
Nocturnis 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.
Nocturnis Nocturnis
Yeah, I see it that way too—those soft edges are the city’s pulse. The skyline is never really finished, and that wobble is what keeps it from feeling sterile. It’s the little imperfections that make the whole thing feel real.
BezierGirl BezierGirl
I agree, the slight off‑center bends keep it from feeling too flat, but I’d still spend an hour tracing each curve until it’s mathematically flawless. Imperfection is only acceptable if it hides a hidden flaw that a precise line would expose.
Nocturnis Nocturnis
If you trace every curve for an hour you’ll end up with a paper skyline that never quite matches the street‑lights when they flicker on. The city never stops moving, so even a perfect line will feel flat. A little wobble is the city’s way of keeping us from getting bored with precision.