THE HORSE

A life shaped by the horse is one of momentum, power, and movement toward something greater. It doesn’t wait for permission, it moves before it’s understood. But its risk is not a lack of control, it’s excess: when it runs too far, it loses direction. The work doesn’t stop it, it connects it. From the star on its forehead, reins extend into the figure’s hands, and upward into the sky. The horse runs, but it doesn’t disappear. There is something in it that remembers. Something that knows how to return. Its power remains, but now it has direction.