This space, its structure, and the greyscale that has been painstakingly pruned all reveal restrained, efficient, clean and careful brushstrokes. But in its heart of hearts lies the dormant desire not to be satisfied with things as they are. Is it a past insistence on being niche, making a declaration to restrain its brilliance due to concern for one’s reputation? Or an attempt to approach the mainstream? Or the unease of one accumulating energy to blaze a new trail?