

Three horses surge across a stark, night-like band, their bodies fractured into angular planes that feel both sculpted and fleeting, as if motion itself has been cut into facets. The palette splits into charged fields of orange and blue that read like opposing atmospheres—heat and cool restraint—while the central greenish figure becomes a transitional pulse, binding the trio into a single rhythm of flight. Against the gritty, speckled ground, the animals appear to break free from containment, suggesting an untamed will pressing through urban texture and memory, where freedom is not pastoral but hard-won and kinetic.