



This monochrome drawing releases a herd of horses into a storm of graphite, where anatomy is rendered with lyrical clarity yet continually dissolves into velocity. Arcing, calligraphic lines sweep across the bodies like wind and memory, compressing space so that motion becomes the true subjectβan energy field rather than a literal race. The interplay of sharp contours and smoky abrasion suggests both freedom and inevitability, as if the animals are propelled by an unseen force beyond the frame. In its layered marks, the work reads as a meditation on momentum: the beauty of muscular grace captured at the brink of disappearance.







