A lone bull, rendered as a near-total silhouette, advances across a field of incandescent crimson that feels less like landscape than psychic terrain—heat, alarm, and ceremony fused into one atmosphere. The thin, cartographic linework beneath it suggests streets, scars, or a labyrinthine city plan, turning the animal into a dark emblem moving through human-made systems it cannot fully belong to. Subtle tonal shifts within the body hold back pure flatness, lending the figure a quiet gravity, while the small light of the horn reads like a final glint of vulnerability amid surrounding intensity. The work becomes a meditation on power and containment: instinct pressed against the geometry of control, courage edged with impending rupture.