Bull 2

Against a fevered field of crimson, a monumental black silhouette surges like a mythic beast—part bull, part shadow—its mass swallowing light and compressing the space into a single, breathless encounter. A small, pale figure extends an arm toward the animal’s darkness, turning the gesture into a quiet proposition of intimacy where danger is most present, while the thin crescent moon hovers as a cool counterpoint—an omen of restraint amid excess. Scored textures, drifting stains, and ghosted marks read like layered memories, suggesting that this confrontation is not merely external, but an interior struggle rendered in theatrical scale. The composition holds in suspended tension, where tenderness and menace share the same red air.