Horse Series 287

This composition stages a stampede of horses as a fractured chorus of muscle and momentum, their white bodies cut from the ground like urgent apparitions against a bruised, slate-grey atmosphere. Angular brushwork and collage-like breaks in the picture plane turn motion into a kind of visual percussion—each stride feels both liberated and mechanically compelled, as if freedom is being assembled from shards. The warm, ochre and ember forms behind them read as a looming counterforce—sun, smoke, or industry—suggesting pursuit and pressure that sharpen the animals’ forward charge into a metaphor for endurance under modern weight. Light is not so much cast as scraped into being, making the scene feel simultaneously mythic and contemporary, a remembered run refracted through restless memory.