A ghostly horse emerges from a haze of charcoal and wash, its form held together by nervous, searching lines that feel less like anatomy than memory—an apparition of strength caught mid-thought. Bold fields of cobalt and crimson flare against the muted ground, not as decoration but as emotional counterweights, turning the animal into a battleground between restraint and release. Floating dots and looping arcs orbit the figure like fragments of a private cosmology, suggesting that motion here is psychological as much as physical, a portrait of instinct negotiating with the modern world.