Tuesday, April 15, 2014
This is a pastel painting I recently finished and delivered to the Brath and Hughes Gallery in Mechanicsburg, PA. I call it "Old Blue Eyes". It reminds me of a horse I once had named "Little Blue". I've been drawing horses since a was a child. My Mother says I've been drawing since I could pick up a pencil, however I don't remember that far, but I do remember I was always drawing. My mother said I started with our dogs, then I moved on to our horses. I couldn't stop drawing them. I even drew them during class, recess, and on the bus to and from school. I know this to be true because I'm on Facebook with many of my classmates and teachers from school, and they all mention this. I never realized how much I did this, until all of them mentioned it. I find it humorous, as we don't always realize the things we do that others notice. I was in my own little world filled the the smell of a horse, the softness of their coats, their long mane and tails, the beat of their hooves. Such majestic, strong, beautiful creatures. I'm still in awe anytime I see one. I have to stop and look. I can feel their lines with my eyes, the curve of their neck, the dip at the withers, and the roundness of their rump. I just want to touch their soft little noses, and look into their soulful eyes. There is nothing like getting lost in the depth of their eyes. They know something we don't. I'm almost sure of it.