Forest

Forest It's an unusual title in KENDE's catalogue: it evokes nature, but does so through a fully urban surface, dense with stratifications, drips, erasures, and marks that emerge like superimposed traces over time. It's not a figuratively described forest: it's a forest of writings, residues, verticality, shadows, and gestures, where the language of the wall becomes landscape.

The work retains the raw power of more recent productions, but with a more agile and domestic presence compared to the larger formats. Whites traverse the composition like fissures of light, while blacks, turquoises, greens, and material fragments construct a living surface, almost in constant motion. Forest, KENDE's urban memory meets a more organic and instinctive idea: not a departure from the street, but its transformation into environment, density, depth.