I moved to Nevada to be with horses. This is Cooper in my front yard in Las Vegas two miles from the famous Strip.
There were always horses, invisible friends, little plastic ones lined up on the window sill, drawn in black crayon in secret under the kitchen table, running beside the car, haunting my poems, and visiting in my dreams. I read every horse book in the library 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. 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,
And some darned pretty Las Vegas skies.
Thanks so much for stopping by.
Pam Tanzey, Artist and Sign Goddess