Horses (Cubist Horses)

This fractured, mask-like visage compresses multiple profiles into a single vertical totem, as if identity itself were being argued in overlapping voices. Acid blues and ember reds collide with sharp triangles and serrated contours, turning the face into a battleground where speech becomes teeth and emotion becomes geometry. The cramped, dark surround amplifies the claustrophobia, while slivers of luminous yellow behave like sudden insights cutting through agitation. Beneath the stylized distortion lies a raw psychological narrative: a portrait of inner conflict rendered as decorative pattern, where beauty and aggression are inseparably braided.