



Two horses, fractured into prismatic planes, surge across the canvas as if motion itself has been cut and reassembled into urgency. Cool blues and bruised reds band the background like wind-swept strata, while the pale bodies catch a restless, metallic light that turns muscle into geometry and instinct into design. The small, distant moon reads as a quiet witness—an indifferent clockface—against which the animals’ forward drive becomes a meditation on freedom pursued under pressure. In this tension between speed and structure, the work suggests how vitality persists even when the world feels segmented and hard-edged.







