

This fractured equine apparition gallops through a field of angular shards, as if the animal is being remembered rather than simply depicted—its body assembled from weathered greys, bruised blues, and sudden flecks of ochre that read like flashes of strain and spirit. The compositional tension between the horse’s forward surge and the tessellated ground suggests motion under pressure, a freedom negotiated within a geometry of constraints. A lone pink disc, hovering like a wounded moon or spotlight, injects an uneasy lyricism—turning the scene into a psychological landscape where vitality persists amid fragmentation and noise.







