Set adrift in a field of earthen gold, the bull’s head is rendered as a faceted relic—part icon, part dream—its closed eye and softened geometry turning brute force into introspection. Pale, chalky planes are scored with faint, map-like traces, while the dark, tapestry-patterned body dissolves into ornament, suggesting memory and myth braided into the animal’s flesh. The decisive contour and sparse negative space create a hush around the form, as if we are witnessing a sacrificial calm where strength submits to silence rather than spectacle.