Bull 1

Against a field of incandescent crimson, a lone equine form collapses into near-silhouette, its body both weighty and dissolving—an image suspended between strength and surrender. The surface is bruised with veils of text, stains, and scratches, as if memory and history have been pressed into the pigment, while the small crescent above offers a cool, distant witness to the scene. The taut diagonal of the fallen figure pulls the eye downward, turning the composition into a meditation on endurance, sacrifice, and the quiet violence of time. In this reductive palette, red becomes not only heat and blood, but also a devotional space where pain is transfigured into myth.