The horses move slowly through the shallows, water lifting and breaking around their legs. Their riders sit quietly above them, reins loose, allowing the pace to be set by the animals rather than the shore behind them. The horizon is wide and indistinct, sky and sea folding into one another.
Reflections stretch beneath each figure, darkened and softened by movement. Nothing here feels urgent. The crossing is deliberate, measured, guided by familiarity rather than command.
This is a moment of balance — between land and water, control and trust — where human and animal move together through an environment that does not belong to either, only briefly shared.
Medium: Oil on Canvas
Frame: No
Dimension (cm): 61 × 61
Edge: No
Stretcher: Fat
The horses move slowly through the shallows, water lifting and breaking around their legs. Their riders sit quietly above them, reins loose, allowing the pace to be set by the animals rather than the shore behind them. The horizon is wide and indistinct, sky and sea folding into one another.
Reflections stretch beneath each figure, darkened and softened by movement. Nothing here feels urgent. The crossing is deliberate, measured, guided by familiarity rather than command.
This is a moment of balance — between land and water, control and trust — where human and animal move together through an environment that does not belong to either, only briefly shared.
Medium: Oil on Canvas
Frame: No
Dimension (cm): 61 × 61
Edge: No
Stretcher: Fat
