The Fith Hoofbeat is a reflection on the races we each run- the ones unseen, unmeasured, and deeply personal. The racehorse at full stride becomes a metaphor for our own pursuit: of purpose, of identity, and peace. It's movement is fluid, determined, and solitary untehethered from the noises of competition, existing purely in its own rhythm. 
 
The textured, abstract background removes the familiar markers of a racetrack, allowing space for interpretation. This is not about winning; its about motion. The "Fifth Hoofbeat" ua that intangiblel drive within each of us- the beat that doesnt follow the rules, the step that's ours alone. 
 
What race are you running? Are you listening to your own rythem?