I've never owned a horse,
I did not breed nor ride them.
Why then paint them?
They deserve my admiration.
It's like with women, I suppose.
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I've never owned a horse,
I did not breed nor ride them.
Why then paint them?
They deserve my admiration.
It's like with women, I suppose.
I don't own one,
and I don't try to change them any more.
Perhaps I'm past all that.
Yet it does not prevent me from
feeling amazed again
and losing breath
idealistically believing
visible beauty warrants
the beauty inside.
That's why I prefer painting horses,
their movements, pride and strength,
love for the weak,
the touch of velvet lips
on the palm which holds the sugar...
The fact I paint them proves I'm not a
horse.
