Horse 112 48X72

A rearing horse, rendered in near-nocturnal violets and blacks, surges out of a fractured field of whites and smoky grays, its musculature carved more by absence than by detail. The composition pivots on a volatile dialogue between the visceral red disc—like a wound, sun, or alarm—and the colder planes of light that slash the background into unsettled space. Broad, gestural marks and scraped textures lend the scene the urgency of a poster half-torn from a wall, suggesting power not as triumph but as a hard-won insistence against erasure. The animal becomes an emblem of untamed will, caught between ignition and eclipse, where motion reads as both escape and confrontation.