Untitled 96 (The Stampede)

A trio of white horses surges across a field of heated red, their bodies fractured into angular planes as if motion itself has been carved into facets. The stark contrast of pale musculature against the ember-toned ground turns the scene into a study of urgency—energy pressing forward while the surrounding geometric shards suggest obstacles, splinters of a destabilized world. With each overlapping neck and thrusting foreleg, the composition tightens into a single, collective breath, proposing freedom not as idyll but as a fierce, precarious insistence. The brushwork’s restless edges refuse smooth resolution, letting vitality and strain coexist in the same gallop.