Untitled (The Hunt)

A cavalcade of beasts erupts across a field of saturated crimson, where the rider—ornamented in jewel-like pattern—appears less a conqueror than a participant in a shared, instinctual rite. The composition tilts into controlled turbulence: bodies spring and spiral, while a cool blue current at the margin and a pale, cloudlike swell behind create a counter-rhythm that holds the frenzy in suspension. Color behaves symbolically as much as descriptively—red as pulse and urgency, blue as dream-channel—suggesting a mythic hunt that is also an inward passage through desire, fear, and kinetic joy. In its deliberately naïve line and emphatic flatness, the scene reads like a remembered legend: not realism, but the emotional truth of pursuit, escape, and the fragile pact between human will and animal freedom.