Storm of Hooves

He charges through mist and memory, mane like smoke, hooves kicking up clouds of white and grey. The sky bleeds peach and gold behind him—a sunset caught mid-gallop, a moment frozen in thunder. This is not just a horse—it’s raw power made visible, untamed spirit given form. The artist doesn’t paint his muscles; they paint his soul—the wildness in his eye, the fire in his stride, the freedom that cannot be contained. You feel the ground tremble beneath him, the wind rushes past his ears. A tribute to nature’s grace under pressure, to beauty that moves with force. For those who believe, strength can be silent, fierce, and utterly magnificent.

Art Size: 61cm x 76cm
Medium: Original Oil Painting on Stretched Canvas  
Artist: Avril Hattingh