Proteus #30
A grid stretched across shifting ground, like a city mapped by a slightly mad urban planner — everything trying to stay orderly while the landscape keeps changing its mind.
Proteus #29
Proteus #28
Proteus #27
Across these next three, the structure thins — forms dissolve into vapor, color suspended in air.
Proteus #26
Proteus #25
Proteus #24
Over the next three, the color shifts across a quiet, troubled pond.
Proteus #23
Everything turns inward, drawn toward a single point.
Structure gives way to motion — a spiral of collapse and release.
Proteus #22
The surface folds inward until it becomes a sphere — the distortion now self‑contained.
The sphere reads as both containment and explosion, holding tension between collapse and release.
Proteus #21
Proteus #20
Proteus #19
Proteus #18
The surface bends and rises — the grid no longer flat but hilly, wavy, alive.
Geometry imitates terrain.
Proteus #17
Proteus #16
The grid doesn’t disappear; it re‑forms under pressure.
The distortion becomes its own geometry — a surface remembering what it used to be.
Proteus #15
Now the surface itself begins to move.
Proteus #14
The cover changes color, but as with the previous pieces, the act of hiding remains.
Proteus #13
Proteus #12
Proteus #11
A few more with yesterday's theme follow.