Every piece starts as an idea, raw, unfiltered, restless. It takes shape through hours of work, through trial and instinct, through the push and pull of creation. There’s no formula, just vision and hands making something real. The process isn’t perfect, but that’s the point. Imperfection holds character.

It moves with purpose, muscles coiled, eyes fixed on the horizon. The wind doesn’t push it back; it carries it forward. This horse feels free with no fences, no reins…just movement, just the need to keep going. Some will try to tame it, slow it down, force it into a path that isn’t its own. But wild things don’t break. They adapt, they endure, they become something greater than control.

DHILLS exists in that space in the tension between movement and change, between instinct and design. It’s not about fitting into expectations or playing it safe. BCN is like that. It’s about shaping something that feels right, that speaks without trying. Remember that T-shirt… I was wearing it when finally decide to let go and move forward.