Subtle as a hoof to the face

Already for 13 years, I’ve been living next to this field where horses graze.Among them, there was always one horse that caught my eye—a white mare. She was so beautifully groomed that it was obvious someone cared for her with love. Sometimes I would see a rider on her back, and sometimes she would simply spend the day peacefully grazing in the grass.It was during one of those quiet moments that I painted her.Today, the field is changing. A new school is being built there, the number of horses has become much smaller, and the white mare is gone.

I think the horses stayed there because people rented space for them, where they could be cared for. Perhaps those services were no longer needed. I don’t know what happened to her—whether she’s still alive, whether she moved somewhere else, or where she is now.

But I do know one thing.She still lives on my canvas.

"The voice of man was not sweet to me,

But the wind's voice I could understand." -Anna Akhmatova

"Though you may fly far,

always remember

the warmth of our nest

and the love it holds."

-Heidi Evans

Echo

Found a perfect pebble of my favorite layered serpentine, so here's a new kelpie carving. Made this in one session, now picking driftwood and beads for a necklace for it.