

A frieze of galloping horses surges across the surface like a single breath held at full speed, their bodies fractured into bold planes of color that read as both musculature and pure graphic force. The central ochre figure anchors the stampede, while the flanking whites—caught between shadow and glare—become flashes of memory against a charged field of red, black, and blue that suggests competing currents of desire, danger, and freedom. Hard contours and layered, weathered textures create a tension between control and rupture, as if the image were an emblem repeatedly revised by time and impact. What emerges is less a literal race than a meditation on momentum itself: the psyche’s drive to move forward even as it splinters into opposing directions.