She dreams of horses in the morning with the bright pink sky behind them.
There were always horses, lined up on the window sill, drawn in black crayon in secret under the kitchen table, running beside the car. I read every horse book in the library from Hucklebones to the complete Black Stallion series, everything that Marguerite Henry wrote became gospel, and I practiced drawing herds of them on the back of Grandma’s rolls of wallpaper until they would fill an entire room.
The real ones didn’t come until later. In the Year of the Horse I bought a Dodge Colt and had a crazy lapse of judgement while visiting a friend who just moved her horse to a new barn. A little gray Arab was delivered back to the horse dealer while I was there. Another teenage girl discovered boys, he said, and the Mom didn’t want to spend any more money feeding the horse. Our eyes met and he became our first horse, Kahlil.
This blog won’t be just about horses, but there’s bound to be a lot of them, and some art, my art mostly. I’m an artist.
There will be some Trader Joe’s stuff. That’s where I spend most of my days and a good deal of my energy, yeah a little shopping but a whole lotta signs, I’m a sign artist.
There will be hounds,
An occasional kitty,
And some darned pretty skies.
Thanks so much for stopping by.