7 Horses

They once ran together under open skies wild, fearless, untamed. Then came the noise, the weight of time, the walls of human need. One by one, they faded into the gray memories of what freedom used to feel like.

In this painting, they run again not because they are free, but because they remember what it was like to be. The gold that burns around them is not glory it’s the fire of all they’ve lost. It’s the earth remembering their hooves,
the wind remembering their breath. Each horse is a fragment of a forgotten self the part of us that still longs to run without reason, without fear, without destination.

But look closer. Their beauty is heavy. Their movement feels desperate. They are running through time, not away from it. This isn’t a painting of power. It’s a painting of grief, of souls trying to outrun the silence that follows once freedom is gone.