Horses

Rendered as a prismatic mosaic, the horse becomes less a singular body than a constellation of facets—each shard of color catching an implied light, as though motion itself has been broken into visible planes. The crisp white ground heightens the sensation of suspension, allowing the saturated geometry to read as both muscular anatomy and stained-glass apparition, oscillating between strength and vulnerability. Across the four variations, repetition behaves like choreography: the same figure rehearses different emotional temperatures, suggesting identity as something continually reassembled from bright, fractured moments.