Originally uploaded by Dancing Crow.
I managed to ride a horse today, down the road and back, and another horse around in circles in the snowed over pasture on the paths the horses make going about their day. I made this piece, but I can feel an itch starting to make more pieces of horses. My mother showed me the most gorgeous book ever, of very simple, very clear, very very large format pictures of horses. Some of them were just pieces; a neck or the sweep of a back or the shape of the withers – the knobbly tops of their shoulders. They were inspiring.
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Sometimes just a “taste” of something is so much more delicious!