

Two horses surge across the pictorial field like cut-out apparitions, their bodies fractured into bold planes of black, white, and ochre that make motion feel both urgent and disrupted. The searing yellows and smoky greys create a theatrical light—part sunrise, part warning—while the hovering orb reads as a sun that has slipped into surveillance, observing rather than warming. By compressing depth into layered, collaged geometry, the work turns the familiar symbol of freedom into a restless choreography of constraint, where vitality persists but is continually broken and reassembled.







