Bull 3 (Abstract Bull, Red Moon)

A velvety, near-silhouette creature drifts across a muted ochre field, its form dissolving into smoke-like filaments that feel less like anatomy than a residue of motion and memory. Two deliberate punctures of crimson—the hovering disc above and the small flare at the snout—operate as both omen and compass, turning the surrounding emptiness into a charged atmosphere rather than a void. The composition’s low, weighty mass presses forward while the delicate lines and faint botanical traces beneath suggest a fragile ground of forgotten systems, as if instinct is moving through a landscape of erased knowledge. In this restrained theatre of light and absence, the work meditates on appetite, power, and the quiet violence of emergence.