A horse at full stretch, all four legs off the ground, tearing across the canvas like it's outrunning the paint that made it. The head reaches forward, the hindquarters trail back, and between them is nothing but speed and black pigment dragged through white. Every brushstroke is a muscle. The body is half animal, half landscape, and the white space above and below is the air it's flying through. Painted by someone who's watched horses run and remembers how it felt.
