Beautiful!” Oh, to be Embracing freedom with every stride.”
* Canvass: The forest
* Paintbrush: My saddle, my bridle — Atop four willing hooves
* Medium: My horse
My horses ~ My art! My living, breathing, finely-sculpted, fluid-formed expression — a palpable, pulsing artform on four hooves.
To me they symbolize something even grander and more elegant than the amazing beings that they are.
My horses carry me into their realm. Into Nature and Freedom itself.
Together, we become part of a living painting, with changing light, shadows and shapes, back-dropped by trees and earth and scrub — all kept in constant motion by the ever-beating metronome of hooves and lungs and heart.
Like the famous works of the Masters, my horses free my passions and feed my soul. They take me higher, deeper — into a greater world than I would ever reach alone.
As I watch my horses frolic…
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