Back in January, when we covered “Fake Moments,” Richard Green did something quietly radical. After the pulse and propulsion that defined his earlier work, he stepped off the accelerator and let silence speak. It was not a retreat from intensity but a recalibration. He proved that the same hands capable of sculpting tension could just as deftly cradle stillness. Now, with “Ending up in the Wrong Way,” Green does not abandon that stillness. He deepens it. As a returning art