Another horse

It’s been four hours and I’ve painted another horse. And sketched a third one to paint tomorrow. Oh no. 

I was a horse girl as a child in Arizona, and all my old brain synapses are suddenly lighting up like firecrackers. It’s a weird (and good) feeling. 

Here’s a song I’ve been painting to.

Btw, my phone won’t let me post comments on my own posts, so re: the comment about donkeys - I laughed, because I had JUST been thinking about my trip to donkey town and wondering where I stored those pictures. There is a somber possibility that I may get another chance to visit with the mayor of Oatman soon, because my grandfather took a tumble and is in the hospital. Here’s hoping he makes it through surgery this week, and the donkeys will have to wait another year.