

This stylized procession of horses fractures motion into a sequence of overlapping arcs, as if gallop and stillness are being negotiated in the same breath. Warm ochres dissolve into cool midnight blues, turning the canvas into a threshold where instinct meets discipline, and each harnessed body becomes both emblem and instrument. The crisp geometry and confetti-like shards of color suggest a ceremonial arena—an ordered spectacle—yet the repeated heads and shifting legs quietly unsettle certainty, hinting at memory’s way of replaying power, grace, and restraint. In this layered choreography, the horse reads less as a literal animal than as a symbol of persistence, controlled desire, and the beautiful tension of being steered.







