I was infected with the "horse bug" at a very early age. Once it hits you, it is hard to shake. I am now 47 years old and I am still hopelessly lost in my horse obsession. I remember as a kid, laying on my horse's back, book propped on his butt, my feet hooked over his neck as he grazed, for a long summer afternoon of bliss. This painting is dedicated to my childhood and all those kids who were like I was.
I am in overdrive at this point, getting ready for a show next week, finishing up my 2014 calendar, and trying my best to keep my head on straight. I will add photos of this as I can.
Tuesday, end of the day
Wednesday, morning 12:00
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