

This cubist-inflected tableau stages a quiet confrontation between a horse’s segmented profile and a chorus of overlapping faces, as if identity and instinct are meeting across a shared threshold. The crimson field at the center behaves like a psychological arena—heated, intimate—while the surrounding blues and violets cool the edges into distance, creating a push-pull between urgency and contemplation. Faceted planes and dark contouring fracture the figures into memories or masks, suggesting conversation not as speech but as layered perception, where each gaze is multiplied and withheld. Even the small, looping botanical forms feel like fragile offerings—tender signs of connection suspended within a geometry of tension.







