Untitled 71 (The Gallop)

A white horse surges across a field of ochres and soot-black marks, its body carved from urgent, gestural strokes that make motion feel less observed than remembered. The palette—earthbound browns ruptured by stark whites—turns the animal into a luminous interruption, as if instinct itself is cutting through a heavy atmosphere of dust and noise. Scratched lines and rough crosshatching refuse polish, insisting on the raw truth of muscle, breath, and will, while the horse’s forward thrust reads as both escape and endurance. In this tension between light and abrasion, the work becomes a portrait of resilience—beauty not as ornament, but as force.