There is no way colors can communicate like the rise/fall of a line. The intuitive placement of a single line (this can be applied to handwriting as well) can open up a pandoras box of expression. Unlike color, which one can manipulate in shades/tint if mixed properly, lines have a very ‘unforgiven’ way of stating truth and purpose. For instance, they have a way of expressing movement that a detailed photograph bathed in strong contrasts wouldn’t be able to achieve. Lines evoke change and strength, yet have the delicacy to remain unobtrusive.
Lines are life in movement, and often the founding structure of color. At times, some of us tend to believe in color and completely dismiss lines when interpreting intentions. Simply because our eyes can discern and associate certain moods and feelings with a generic/basic knowledge of color theory. If we tried to explain or even rely on the intensity of lines to evoke/communicate a purpose, we’d have to take the time to study its roots; the guts and the worlds within us; everything that we cannot see that marks the intensity and shapes the course of a line.
I stumbled upon Ror-shak a couple of years ago when myspace wasn’t yet a hooker site. Immediately, i fell in love with the visual sounds and structured story lines in their music, so i bought the CD through their paypal store at the time. It is one of the few CD’s i keep in its original case, simply because the case itself is a linear relic. Im not particularly into bold symbolic gestures like skulls and graphic design, but i think the lines in the cover of that CD suits perfectly. I also think if they read this post, they’d probably agree with my linear nonsense.