I love horses. Maybe it’s because my wilderness-craving heart was caged within a city-dwelling girl’s body when I was growing up. Yet even now after living in a variety of rural and wild places the horse’s appeal has not lessened for me. As with hares, they inspire my paints and brushes to create their forms and the essence of their nature on paper and canvas.
Perhaps it’s their sheer physical strength, presence and elegant beauty. For even though horses have a long history of service to mankind – whether in agriculture, war or as a means of transport – they remain creatures of a particular wild grace.
A horse is a thing of beauty…none will tire of looking at him as long as he displays himself in his splendour
Some animals seem to encapsulate freedom and for me the horse is one of those creatures. Have you ever seen a horse being unharnessed and set loose in a field after a long day of domestic labour? No matter how weary the horse may be, he will trot with renewed vigour at the prospect of being unbound in a wide open space. I think perhaps we can all relate to this in one way or another.
And so I have sketched and painted these charismatic creatures many times over the years. This particular little acrylic portrait is postcard sized (6″ x 4″) and was created in the times in-between working on two larger and, as yet, incomplete paintings. My studio is replete with several part-finished workings and doings so it always feels good to complete a painting, however small.
Storm-cloud grey against a blue summer sky, this horse is alert, free and listening to the wind…