Horse Series 296

A frieze of galloping horses surges across a fractured, geometric field, where triangles and tessellated textures break the ground into shifting planes of speed and resistance. The palette—white and slate-gray cut with acidic greens and punctuations of ochre—treats the bodies like luminous silhouettes, as if motion itself were being chiseled out of light and weather. Repetition becomes a quiet mythology: three near-echoes of the same force, suggesting freedom not as pastoral serenity but as endurance within a world of imposed angles and interruptions. In this tension between organic muscle and constructed pattern, the work reads as a meditation on momentum—how vitality persists, even when the landscape is made of fragments.