The first thing I can remember asking for as a little girl, was a HORSE . . . . I want a HORSE for Christmas, my Birthday, for Easter, PLEASE! Although I don't how the Easter Bunny was supposed to carry a horse in his little basket of eggs. Hey, I was only three - I had no idea.
I gave my family members grey hair by racing off to try and touch every horse we came across, and kept hearing, "They'll bite you, they'll kick you, they'll roll on you!", but fortunately I was selectively deaf on this subject. In the end, I was an adult before I got my horse, and what an adventure he was. We were together for 19 wonderful years, and I'll miss him until we are riding Heaven's trails together. (Presumably, my Sweetie will be playing heavenly baseball while I'm riding.)
For years, my painting focus was Horses, and I had the MOST fun going to horse shows big and small,to Jumping, Dressage and Evening, to harness tracks, to county fairs where there was a horse draw, to the harness track and the Polo matches. I boldy contacted people who had different breeds of horses to ask if I could visit and take photos of their horses, and nearly all of them were generous enough to welcome me. I had the joy of hanging out with Friesians, Morgans, Canadians, Quarter Horses, Paints, Percherons, Connemara Ponies, Saddlebreds, Andalusians and Arabians, and I'm sure I'm forgetting some. Two major thrills from those days were two stallions, an Andalusian and an Arabian, because both of them were gentle and well mannered enough that I could stand with them and pet them. Oh, Wow.
I'm painting mainly dogs now, but every so often, I still need to take a trip down memory lane and paint a horse memory. And every so often, I need to get to a horse show and find a horse who needs a soft nose rub. These beautiful creatures have been part of my life, one way or another, all my life, and that won't change.