The Dancing Sky
soldIn my insane cleaning ritual I located my compass…..in my desk drawer.
No wonder I couldn't find it when out on the trail. It certainly wasn’t close to my pack.
Half filling a sketchbook with ideas for new work and possibly a new series, I drew and imagined and drew some more. I contemplate women and myth and the wildness in my heart. The sketches do not impress or excite me.
On Christmas day I sold all the rest of the primitive ponies, the last three small ones and a triptych.
I look again through my sketchbook. The sketches that do stand out are the spirit horses.
I take out my newly found compass and contemplate my direction.
My young paint horse Miami is now green broke and will continue to need a lot of riding and training.
I decide to paint horses and ride paint horses.
How easy is that?
I put the compass in my pack.
Hoping your New Year is filled with peace, prosperity and joy.