A teal horse walking across terracotta ground like it owns the place, which it does. Decorated in red circles and white scalloped garlands, a spotted tail curving skyward, a yellow crest between black ears. Folk-art authority with the drips of someone who paints faster than the canvas can absorb. The legs are pure geometry, the body is pure celebration, and the whole animal moves with the confidence of a creature that has never once been lost.
