Grey cement and warm cream chips hold each other in tension here, sharp and tumbled aggregate in a single surface. Warmth dominates at scale, while the structure beneath keeps it grounded. It is a material that carries two registers at once, and moves comfortably in either direction — warming a cooler palette, or steadying a warmer one.
Dune holds the same warmth as First Light, turned the other way round. At first it reads as a calm, grounded field — cooler than it is warm, until you look again. Across it sit generous fragments of cream, fawn, blush and ochre, each surfacing the way sun finds the high edge of a dune and leaves the hollows in shade; the cooler ground never tempers them, it only lets the warm fragments read warmer still.