weaving space and time into a silent choreography. The gymnasts stretch, bend, and soar through the air with effortless grace, as if they were memories, visions, traces of a gesture that never fades. The deep blue envelops the scene like an ocean of stillness and mystery, an abyss that holds and welcomes, from which the figures emerge luminous, blurred, almost evanescent.

The red border on the horizon burns like a thin thread between the visible and the invisible, between tension and surrender. The brushstrokes move like waves, allowing the color to breathe, ensuring the movement never ceases. It is not just an image; it is a heartbeat, a breath held in the perfect moment when the body challenges its limits and surrenders to the air. It is lightness turned into strength, control transformed into freedom.

The horse and the gymnasts are not just protagonists but symbols of a fragile balance, of a beauty that exists in the moment, of an energy that escapes and cannot be contained. A work that does not narrate but suggests, that does not impose itself but invites one to lose themselves within the rhythm of the forms, within the dream of those who dared to fly.