We watched a cool video on PBS called Horse and Rider. It was on their Nature channel. We found it really fascinating because both Greg and I have owned horses in the past.
We think they are magnificent animals. Watching the video confirmed my belief in that. I know many of you feel the same way.
When we were in Todos Santos, there were a couple times that horses would go running down the road in front of our casita. No rider. No nothing. Just horses running free. I’m sure they belonged to someone. It just seemed that noone was too worried about them.
We found it sorta funny to see them roaming with no one after them or riding them. I would always go get Greg to tell him if I saw them first.We both enjoy watching horses…especially ones that are running around free.
I must have been influenced by them because I put one in my painting while working in my art studio in Mexico. It is titled “Run like the Wind”.
“Run like the Wind”
Acrylic on Wood Board
24″ x 30″, Unframed, $750
Tell me about a horse in your life if you have one or used to.
My five. All different. All people. All my delight. The painting: of course I want it. Maybe you could save it until the economy rights itself, assuming the present gov doesn’t take everything I have to retire on in taxes. But will you make prints? Please? Love the trees. Love the horse. Love the wind. Horses roaming free here are not fun – too many cars; too many scary ways they can be hurt. So we capture them with belts pulled from our pants, or twine from hay and then try to find the faulty fence. I am lucky never to have lost mine – and I knock on wood as I say it. YOu would love my little red Zion – he’s like the horse in the painting – like the wind, like a spirit – but my friend.
Oh yes, I’ll be making prints of my latest birch tree paintings. In time, in time.
How cool to have five! And I will call the little red horse in the painting Zion if you don’t mind. You are lucky to have him in real life. Sounds like a perfect name for him.
I am proud to think of your red horse sharing my red horse’s name. I was just looking at him as he grazed in the relentless afternoon light – he’s red as a deep strawberry, my boy. Here’s a funny thing about names; another friend of mine put my son’s name in one of her books – I was delighted. I tend to stuff my books full of significant names, too. I am lucky, Lindy – I found him one day when it just came on me to check the high country horse ads – and he turned out to have been ten minutes away from my house for months. He looked terrible when I found him. Now he’s sleek and happy and all about his own business. Sometimes I think God is very merciful to us -