I've been spending quite a bit of time on this picture of red horses. For some reason, I feel that I need to finish it before going on to my real work but why did I even start it? Did I think it wouldn't take much time? Wrong.
Did I think it would be something nice to hang as Christmas decor? That's a good idea, but it was not the original intent.
It came out of me learning
Janet Bolton's methods and seeing a photo of
Swedish folk art.
This piece is a break from my abstract work. A change.
A change is as good as a rest they say.
Maybe it is my don't worry cloth.
Maybe the horses are Ned and I, far away from anyone. On a hill, with sun and snow.
In our mid 60's lucky to have each other as life companions, on a timeline.
Too soon we will need to be changed, pushed, listened to.
Making it gives me space away from real life.
Making it gives me time away from real art.
This little thing gives me a place to not worry.
