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Trace #31
Each token in Trace combines real-world photography with line-based interpretation. Blueprint-style contours expand the imagery outward, revealing hidden geometries, implied structures, and conceptual extensions.
The result is a mixed-media print that feels both designed and discovered.
Token information
- Collection
- Trace
- Token ID
- #31
- Photographic Theme
- Botanical Fragment
- Line Interpretation
- Axonometric Scaffold
- Collage Composition
- Offset Strip
- Line Density
- Perimeter Frame
- Colour Theme
- Architectural Blue
- Paper Texture
- Blueprint Film
- Annotations
- Grid Labels
- Background Grid
- Isometric Grid
- Edge Treatment
- Deckled Impression
- Photo Tone
- Warm Shift
- Noise & Age
- Dust & Fibres
- Rarity
- Uncommon
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