

Two horses surge across a fractured field of blacks, whites, and stony greys, their bodies carved into angular planes that make motion feel both explosive and meticulously constructed. The white horse, caught against a searing red disc, reads like a charged emblem—purity and impulse pushed into confrontation—while the ochre and dark stallion carries a heavier, earthbound force, its mane a storm of will. Between them, the geometry of the background becomes a kind of psychological terrain, where speed is not merely depicted but argued for in shards of light and shadow. The work ultimately stages a duality—instinct and control, myth and modernity—galloping in tense, synchronized imbalance.







