Untitled 61 (Two Horses)

A pale, windswept horse emerges from a lattice of dark, angular lines, its head turned toward us with a gaze that feels both wary and quietly steadfast. The cool whites and silvery blues of the body carry a bruised luminosity against the ochre ground, as if light is trying to break through a field of thorns or fractured memory. The assertive, sketch-like contours don’t simply define form—they agitate the surrounding space, turning the scene into a tension between containment and freedom. In this uneasy balance, the animal reads as a symbol of endurance: elegance held in suspension, spirit negotiating the edges of constraint.