

Set against a granulated, earthen-gold ground, the bull is split into two states of beingβan austere, pale head bowed in introspective weight and a crimson body alive with scratched inscriptions, as if carrying the noise of history beneath its hide. The crisp black contouring and faceted planes give the animal a sculptural inevitability, while the raised palm motif reads like a seal of witness or restraint, interrupting brute force with an unexpectedly human sign. In this tension between purity and sacrifice, the figure becomes a meditation on power that is both venerated and burdened, its forward stance slowed by the gravity of memory.







