Twelve columns, one red dot, zero decoration. Drag the composition sliders and the poster re-typesets itself live — hierarchy is arithmetic you can play.
Three crooked posters. Tap the rule each one breaks — the drillmaster grades instantly and without mercy.
Every edge answers to the columns. Off-grid is not expression; it is litter.
One red, rationed. The dot is exclamation — a paragraph of red is shouting.
Tension runs diagonal, never horizontal. Calm axes, wild diagonal.