The horse fragments and reforms, its body mirrored into a continuous motion without origin or end. What emerges is not an animal in space, but a state, instinct multiplied, identity dissolved into rhythm.

Becoming here is neither violent nor abrupt. It is cyclical, almost devotional. Strength is dispersed rather than asserted, wildness unfolding through repetition instead of force. The image resists hierarchy: no single body leads, no form claims dominance.

The work suggests that the wild is not something one enters, but something one remembers, a condition that exists beneath coherence, where the self loosens its edges and begins again.