Charging Ahead In My Dreams I

A faceted horse erupts from a dark, granular field, its body fractured into angular planes that feel both sculptural and vulnerable, as if motion has been assembled from memory rather than anatomy. The acid yellows and ochres ignite against the encroaching green, turning the surrounding space into a psychological terrain where speed meets apprehension. A violet sweep behind the figure reads like an afterimage—an echo of departure—suggesting not merely a leap forward but the cost of propulsion, a will to transcend pulling against shadowed weight.