


This work stages a charged procession of horses in mid-gallop, their bodies cut into bold planes of light and shadow that turn musculature into pure rhythm. The central white figure reads as a flare of breath and spirit, pushing through darker companions as if freedom must be seized rather than granted. Behind them, the compressed field of fractured color and the two heated discs of orange act like twin suns or signal fires, collapsing landscape into sensation and making the race feel less like travel than an urgent passage through time and desire.







