Wages of War

This painting is about what war leaves behind. The horse stands for power — royal, military, unquestioned force. But it is broken. Cut. Incomplete. Strength that once charged forward now hangs in fragments. Victory is never whole. The cube frame holds a twisted cloth — like time caught in structure. The fabric moves, but the frame doesn’t. Past and present are locked together. The cloth feels worn, pulled, dragged through something turbulent. I kept the composition minimal. No noise. Just forms, tension, and space. The rawness is in the break, in the twist, in what is missing. War always takes something, even from power.