Horse Series 292

A trio of horses erupts across the surface in stark black and white, their bodies rendered like urgent stencils against a fractured field of cool blues and scraped greys that feels both architectural and weathered. The composition reads as a charged procession—motion compressed into overlapping forms—where the rough collage-like ground and drips suggest time, abrasion, and the persistence of instinct within an industrialized landscape. A suspended crimson disc, part sun and part signal, punctuates the turbulence with an enigmatic authority, turning the gallop into a metaphor for drive, escape, and the thin line between freedom and control.