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talking horses, The horse is in me  and in you too,  I am looking forward.  There is a meeting  between me the horse  and the painting.  If you are painting  a picture of a horse,  you do not know  what it will be  in advance.  You have to let go  and let the feelings go.  The more insecure,  And clumsy you are  and less control you have,  the better is the horse.  I paint my horses  because it's something I cannot do.

talking horses, The horse is in me and in you too, I am looking forward. There is a meeting between me the horse and the painting. If you are painting a picture of a horse, you do not know what it will be in advance. You have to let go and let the feelings go. The more insecure, And clumsy you are and less control you have, the better is the horse. I paint my horses because it's something I cannot do.

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.

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 am in love  with this,  it is a form  of sensuality.  But I know  several people  who are just  as self-absorbed  as me,

I am in love with this, it is a form of sensuality. But I know several people who are just as self-absorbed as me,

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.

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.

swimming in Cold water, I've probably forgotten  everything I said  last time  It's important  how one looks or maybe not, but  I look pretty good now.  And I forget a lot.  But there is also good,  And I'm not talking  as much as before. He smiles,  the quiet little smile,  looking me deep  into my eyes  with a strong look.  But look here. See how the light  illuminates the red  of the flower.  The light  creates the color.  Now you made me  anxious, I laugh.

If You Wonder When The Swimmer Needs Some Air by Hilde Widerberg

You are  characterized  by a clenched energy.  One feels  almost physically  that you now  feel  it is time to  fight back.  Not least against critics  who claimed  that you have been  too superficial. You feel sore.  But you know  You are going to pass.  The images  will be made.

You are characterized by a clenched energy. One feels almost physically that you now feel it is time to fight back. Not least against critics who claimed that you have been too superficial. You feel sore. But you know You are going to pass. The images will be made.

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,

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,

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