

Two charging horses surge across a fractured field of triangles, their bodies rendered in broad, urgent brushstrokes that make muscle and motion feel like weather—something elemental rather than merely anatomical. The stark white figure reads as a flare of purity and momentum, while the darker companion, mottled with blues and soot-greys, carries the gravity of shadow and struggle; together they stage a dialogue between impulse and restraint. Behind them, the geometric scaffold and a suspended mauve orb compress depth into a collage-like arena, turning open space into a constructed battleground where speed is measured against structure. The composition resolves as a meditation on freedom negotiated by systems—wild energy briefly finding its outline before it breaks it again.







