The horses move through the water without hesitation, heads lowered, legs breaking the surface in steady rhythm. Light catches on their coats — dark, pale, and burnished — and fractures across the rippling blue beneath them. The splash is brief, contained, more necessity than drama.
Below, their reflections hold for a moment before dissolving, shapes stretching and blurring as the water closes again. The crossing feels familiar, repeated, as though this path has been taken many times before, always in the same quiet way.
This is a moment of return rather than arrival — animals moving together, unhurried, guided by habit and trust. The land waits on the far side, unchanged.
Medium: Oil on Canvas
Frame: No
Dimension (cm): 76 × 51
Edge: No
Stretcher: Fat
The horses move through the water without hesitation, heads lowered, legs breaking the surface in steady rhythm. Light catches on their coats — dark, pale, and burnished — and fractures across the rippling blue beneath them. The splash is brief, contained, more necessity than drama.
Below, their reflections hold for a moment before dissolving, shapes stretching and blurring as the water closes again. The crossing feels familiar, repeated, as though this path has been taken many times before, always in the same quiet way.
This is a moment of return rather than arrival — animals moving together, unhurried, guided by habit and trust. The land waits on the far side, unchanged.
Medium: Oil on Canvas
Frame: No
Dimension (cm): 76 × 51
Edge: No
Stretcher: Fat
