Bull Face

Suspended in a field of weathered silence, the horned skull emerges like a relic of endurance—its ember-red arcs cutting a clean, defiant line through the ash-grey atmosphere. The composition balances brutality and restraint: a heavy, dark core anchored by faint drips and ghosted markings that read as time, measurement, and memory falling away. Above, the solitary black disc hovers with ritual gravity, turning the image into a modern altar where power is both revered and mourned, and where absence becomes the loudest presence.