Horses 2

A band of white horses surges across a fractured, mosaic-like field, their bodies rendered in angular planes that turn musculature into architecture and speed into geometry. The cool blues and greys read like a wind-chilled atmosphere, while the russet manes ignite the scene with a pulse of heat—an ember of instinct cutting through restraint. Compressed together, the herd becomes a single organism, suggesting both collective freedom and the uneasy discipline of moving in formation, as if momentum itself were a kind of fate. In this tension between crystalline structure and animal vitality, the work frames flight not as escape, but as a fierce assertion of being.