Collected. Claimed. Gone.

Every artwork here has already found its keeper – these pieces are not for sale.

Each one carries a biography in fragments: ripped posters, street texture, paint, decay, memory.

Some details show themselves instantly. Others take time.

This is where the story of Rooki lives – in the works that left the studio and now exist out in the world.

A crown isn’t taken.

It’s given.

New work arrives without warning.