

Three horses surge across a fractured field of angular planes, their bodies carved in bold contour and broken brushwork that turns motion into a kind of visual percussion. The palette—ivory and umber against deep blacks, punctured by cobalt and a sudden, ember-red sun—casts the scene as both dawn charge and mythic omen, where vitality is inseparable from tension. Space collapses and reopens in overlapping shards, suggesting that freedom here is not pastoral ease but a force that must cut through modern turbulence to be felt.







