One of the things about the place I live is that it is close to everything. We are on the edge of town so I can take a walk and see fields of horses but if I am cooking and I need a lemon I am five minutes from the grocery store. This is important to me. I could easily live in town. I like the town a lot. The feeling of going out my door and walking past a pond, through a little bit of woods or past a field of horses is pretty soothing.
On my Sunday walk this week I took these pictures of horses. I was standing on the side of the road watching them, thinking, of course about how beautiful they were, and how simple their shapes are.
I have tried to hook horses and have never been really satisfied with what I made. When I look at these images I can really feel their beauty and their strength. Translating this into wool is quite a challenge. Not every artist can be good at every subject. That does not mean I should quit trying but there are times that I need a break for years. Yes, that’s right. Once I try to hook something and I am really unsuccessful it takes me a long time to come back to the subject.
Horses are one of those subjects. They are not easy but my, oh my, they are majestic.