



A masked flautist presides over a procession of stylized horses and wheel-forms, where folk geometry and ceremonial ornament compress the scene into a single, resonant emblem of journey and song. The saturated reds and burnished ochres create a heat of devotion, while the cool blue of the flute cuts through like breath made visible, stitching together body, animal, and instrument into one rhythm. Circular motifs—at once chariot wheels and cosmic discs—suggest time’s cyclical pull, turning the act of music into both propulsion and prayer. In its deliberate flattening of space and symbolic layering, the work reads as a contemporary myth: movement guided less by road than by melody and inner resolve.







