The Edge That Kills Your Composite: A Working Artist's Guide to Masking That Actually Holds Up

The Fringe That Haunts You at 3am I have a folder on my desktop called “failures.” I open it once a month, not to punish myself, but to track the distance between who I was and who I am now. One of the earliest files in there is a book cover composite I did maybe a decade ago. The work itself isn’t bad. But the subject’s hair, pulled from one photo and placed into another, has this pale, ghostly halo around every strand.