Where the wild ones go
Where the wild ones go, 2025, Acrylic and oil pastel on canvas, framed.
60cm x 70cm
Where the Wild Ones Go is a dreamlike snapshot of escape. A woman lies sun-drenched and bare on a striped towel, eyes shielded, a book resting gently against her chest. Her body is relaxed, but her mind seems far away — maybe in the hills behind her, where four colourful horses roam like figments of freedom.
This piece drifts between the real and the imagined — a quiet afternoon that opens into something stranger, wilder, more symbolic. The pink, blue, and orange horses hint at longing, instinct, or perhaps the desire to run from the weight of stillness.
As in much of Frankowicz’s work, there’s a tension between intimacy and distance, softness and surrealism. The landscape is gentle but filled with possibility. The figure is alone, but not unaccompanied. It’s a painting about bodies, dreams, and the invisible places we go when the world finally leaves us alone.