


A trio of galloping horses erupts across the surface like a single breath made visible—white bodies flashing against a bruised patchwork of blues, umbers, and fractured geometry. The oversized red disc reads as both sun and alarm, a molten pulse that compresses time and turns motion into urgency, while the collage-like strata beneath the paint suggest memory, newsprint, and the world’s noise trampled into rhythm. Hard-edged silhouettes and torn planes sharpen the charge of the scene, yet the luminous highlights on mane and flank restore a sense of spirit—freedom wrestling with the constraints of a constructed landscape.







