I started this motif in high school. I was horse-crazy most of my life, until my friend Patti got one and I got a look at how much work they are. And you have to do all that work out-of-doors in the bloody cold. Riding wasn't nearly enough pay-off for all that effort, despite the fact that one can actually own and keep a horse for remarkably little money, if one lives close to the edge of town and isn't fussy about confirmation.
But we did spend a lot of time drawing horses, and since I was more starry-eyed than Patti was mine, of course, took a more etherial turn.
original: 6"x5", ball-point pen, circa 1975-77
As I was scanning this image, I found myself particularly taken by the little filagree on the tails.
--25 August 1997