




A frieze of galloping horses surges across the canvas like a single, collective breath—muscles reduced to bold planes and sharp contours that turn motion into a kind of calligraphy. The palette—earthy browns, stormy blacks, and flashes of white—stages a tense dialogue between wild vitality and restraint, while the red disc at the left reads as both sun and alarm, a pulse that ignites the charge. Broken, collage-like shards and smoky atmosphere fracture the ground beneath them, suggesting that speed here is not merely physical but existential: a flight through uncertainty toward a horizon that never fully settles.







