KK87

KK87 holds a quiet collision: mineral greys folding into one another while sharp yellow breaks the surface like signal flare. The composition feels suspended between rupture and repair, a single mass caught mid-shift.

Soft gradients lend the work a calm atmosphere, but the marks refuse serenity. It reads as a record of pressure, seepage, and sudden light—an abstract document where restraint and intensity share the same skin.