The Start (The Bull's Call)

A pallid bull advances with ritual slowness across a narrow ledge, its sculpted musculature rendered in cold, pearly light against a feverish red ground that churns like velvet smoke. The forward tilt of the horns toward a small bell transforms brute force into a moment of poised restraint, as if the animal is about to “sound” the threshold rather than crash through it. This tension between purity and heat—white body and crimson atmosphere—suggests a meditation on discipline: power held in check at the edge of temptation, where a single touch could turn silence into consequence.