Today I was thinking about lines and realized that they're everywhere, they're existent and nonexistent at the same time when they define the edges of objects, and they're anything but ennui. Ok, what prompted this line of thought? A design class where we were forced to draw various lines, and where we need to create works of lines for some major projects. And the professoressa (who left a job that advertised for her replacement in The New Yorker) asked us, "Do you find this activity boring?" to which we all/most raised our fingers a degree and shifted our eyes. But nay, says I, and fortunately these images that remind me that the simple line is a thing of beauty, and can be a part of beauty implied.
Check out The Art of Immersion by Frank Rose. The contour lines remind me of a melted record. And notice the illusory, perpendicular lines that form as you scroll the page up and down. Magnifique.
Or the image at the top of this post, a poster by Fabien Barral that incorporates color and star charts. Star charts are beautiful examples of poised and elegant lines.
The stars themselves also create lines, and that's another beauty of the line: even without being there, it's often implied and present. It's the strong and invisible line, like the vision of someone pointing. Today, while Nannying, I pointed to the sippy cup on the floor and said, "where is your milk?" hoping that he would see the invisible line that connected the tip of my finger to his cup. Instead, intrigued, he grabbed my finger with his full fist, then proceeded to shape his tiny hand like mine, index finger out, and to point at a few books on the shelves. He was totally absorbed in the curious quality of this motion, and I was absorbed with the ability to witness the formation of life lessons within an individual. The line was lost, but he'll connect the dots eventually.
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Finally, check out these prints from Brent Wadden. Thanks, Design Sponge, for the inspiration.
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