I used to have a cutting horse that knew no bounds. He loved spring so much that the minute he was turned loose on the green pasture he’d kick up his heels and run in circles as fast as he could. I knew exactly how he felt only I did it on stilletos.
I have begun this new series of wild mustangs in a firey glow and I just can’t seem to get enough of it. I was asked why I paint horses and I could only respond “is there anything else?” I truly have a love of these animals,…. their magesty and grace. I know that sounds so cliché but it’s how I feel, I can’t help it. I miss not owning them now, there is nothing in the world quite like it.