Trace · Token Detail
Trace #550
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
- #550
- Photographic Theme
- Architectural Detail
- Line Interpretation
- Orthographic Edges
- Collage Composition
- Single Fragment
- Line Density
- Balanced Drafting
- Colour Theme
- Neutral Monochrome
- Paper Texture
- Soft Canvas Grain
- Annotations
- Measurement Marks
- Background Grid
- None
- Edge Treatment
- Clean Edge
- Photo Tone
- Muted
- Noise & Age
- Clean
- Rarity
- Common
Owner information
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