The feminine. The sensuous. A picture of three horses. . Where are we now. Mother, father and I in the background. I was born of a horse, but I was not a horse. My sister was my horse. I was her head and will. It has been almost an obsession. I have always painted horses. It has been almost an obsession. Where did my horse go. Why did she leave me.
I often thought that your subjects were from a different dimension, a spiritual sphere, but it strikes me more and more that there is life here and now, you and me you are painting in real colors. Many people associate horse-and-rider motif as a brand image, but the riders are just ordinary people who ride around. There is nothing heroic about it.
There are two types of people. There are some who are keen to control, to be in control, knowing what's going on. Then there is the other character type, which is able to devote themselves to the extent that one loses control.
I did not answer it I wondered, but rather answers to questions I had not yet thought of. Perhaps it is also the case in the face of the images. I remember luminous figures, riders, winged beings and centaurs, as from another dimension,