The Rider
Acrylic on Canvas Panel 30 cm x 40 cm - Framed
£300.00
They call him a shadow cutting through the city. Not a face, not a name—just the blur of a machine and the echo of thunder in Tektonia’s neon rain.
He is a loner by choice, a loaded gun with no master. Some say he’s reckless. Some say he dares. Others swear every move he makes is part of a game plan only he can see. He never waits for opportunity—he hunts it, finds the crack in the chaos, and rides straight through.
No one knows what brought him to Tektonia. Maybe glory. Maybe vengeance. Maybe nothing more than the storm itself.
But everyone knows one truth: you never see him coming. You never know he’s there. But he is. You only feel his breath at your neck when he finds you—
and when he does… run.
He doesn’t belong to the crowd or the machine. He doesn’t belong to deep pockets or hustlers. He belongs to no one.
He is Tektonia.
