Untitled 72 (The Gallop)

A white horse erupts across a field of incendiary red, its body built from jagged planes of light and shadow that feel both sculpted and wounded. The nervous black contouring and scumbled, bruised flecks of pigment turn musculature into a kind of calligraphy, suggesting motion as an act of resistance rather than mere speed. Against the raw, scratched backdrop—part arena, part psychic heat—the animal becomes an emblem of untamed will, carrying elegance and strain in the same breath.