

This composition stages an intimate triad—horse, woman, and an enlarged, disembodied mouth—each rendered through a red checkered veil that feels like memory’s grid laid over living skin. The horse’s dark mass anchors the frame with a watchful, liquid eye, while the saturated crimsons pulse between tenderness and alarm, turning affection into something charged and precarious. By compressing space and cropping the figures into near-collisions, the work suggests how desire, speech, and animal instinct overlap—how what we cradle can also eclipse us, and how what we say can haunt what we feel.







