A static scream caught mid-melt — MOVE is motion interrupted, urgency pulled through syrup. Teal drips cascade from sharp type, bleeding into a golden haze like spilled ink over ambition. It’s restless, imperfect, alive — a reminder that momentum doesn’t always look clean.

Printed on glossy acrylic, the texture becomes tactile, like the moment just before takeoff.

This piece is part of our Volume 1 Collection