

The work fractures two galloping horses into a mosaic of angular planes, as if motion itself has been cut into facets and reassembled—an image of vitality filtered through memory and grit. Cool whites and steel-blues flash against bruised pinks and soot-black voids, creating a charged chiaroscuro where speed feels both triumphant and unsettled. The circular discs hovering at the edges read like eclipsed moons or arena spotlights, turning the sprint into a ritual passage through alternating fields of exposure and concealment. In this collision of collage-like texture and emphatic silhouette, the horse becomes less a creature than a symbol of endurance—beauty pressed through the industrial noise of the contemporary gaze.







