Hooves Are Hands, Too

The volatility in the behaviour of a prey animal is fascinating. Can a creature have a moment of relaxation if their natural function is to serve as nourishment for anything higher in the food chain? Brittle bones, surrounded by overdeveloped explosive muscle, and twitchy side-facing eyes make up the wild horses that inspire me so. It took hours of crawling in their direction to gain their favour, all temporarily ruined by the crackle of a twig under my feet. Maybe it was meant to be kept ephemeral.

I see myself in them so much. The harsh Dutch wind treats us all equally. One always imagines themself as the tiger or the wolf, but never the prey. It turns out most of us aren't apex predators. Maybe for the best.

Photography & Direction: Kristian Soisalo