Bull 3

Set against a field of velvety black, the bull’s mass emerges in fractured planes of blue, ochre, and bone-white, as if its power is being reconstructed from memory rather than observed in full. The crouched posture compresses the composition into a tense coil, while the small, coin-like golden disc above reads like an indifferent moon—an emblem of fate that witnesses the animal’s ritual of endurance. Accents of red at the horn puncture the muted palette, turning the figure into a meditation on contained violence: strength not as spectacle, but as pressure held just beneath the surface.