Running White Horses

Two pale horses surge forward as if carved from moonlight, their bodies emerging and dissolving into a storm of charcoal greys and fractured planes. The limited palette turns the scene into a study of breath and momentum—white musculature flashing against a bruised, splattered atmosphere that feels both elemental and industrial. Their synchronized stride reads like a single, doubled spirit: a meditation on freedom that is always contested, pushing through turbulence rather than escaping it.