Horses 5

Two angular horses surge across a scorching red field, their bodies fractured into faceted planes that turn speed into a kind of hard-edged poetry. The stark contrast between the pale, wind-blue mane of the lead figure and the shadowed mass of its companion sets up a charged duality—light and night, impulse and restraint—locked in the same forward thrust. Against the embered ground and faint lunar arc, the pair reads as a mythic flight through inner terrain, where momentum becomes survival and the horizon is less a destination than a fevered state of mind.