Beautiful light on the wild horses. Last year at this time I was drawing horses. A lovely reminder of my mother who loved horses and died on December 3, 1994. She's been on my mind.
I will tell you what I will do and what I will not do. I will not serve that in which I no longer believe, whether it call itself my home, my fatherland, or my church: and I will try to express myself in some mode of life or art as freely as I can and as wholly as I can, using for my defence the only arms I allow myself to use - silence, exile, and cunning.
James Joyce's A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
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A very beautiful image.
Gorgeous!
Three of those horses need to be painted. Better get busy!
thank you ladies!!
Beautiful light on the wild horses. Last year at this time I was drawing horses. A lovely reminder of my mother who loved horses and died on December 3, 1994. She's been on my mind.
thank you Am, we never get over our parents death, my mom is on my mind each day... take care of yourself during the sad times, she would want you to.
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