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The soul's a horse.  The horse's soul.  Thighs  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.

The soul's a horse. The horse's soul. Thighs The feminine. The sensuous. A picture of three horses. 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.

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,

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,

Me And My Best Friends Forever Riding Off Together Into The Secret Adventure by Hilde Widerberg

These colors  Are famous.  even people  who do not know  much about art,  know this distinctive world  and elongated shapes.

These colors Are famous. even people who do not know much about art, know this distinctive world and elongated shapes.

Being Such A Cow

Being Such A Cow

The soul's a horse.  The horse's soul.  Thighs  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.

The soul's a horse. The horse's soul. Thighs The feminine. The sensuous. A picture of three horses. 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.

Painting horses by Hilde Widerberg, http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00HZ0K7B0/ref=cm_sw_r_pi_dp_HU4ctb11H0EP7

Painting horses by Hilde Widerberg, http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00HZ0K7B0/ref=cm_sw_r_pi_dp_HU4ctb11H0EP7

The soul's a horse.  The horse's soul.  Thighs  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.

The soul's a horse. The horse's soul. Thighs The feminine. The sensuous. A picture of three horses. 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.

Blues Baby Blues

Blues Baby Blues

It's important  how one looks  or maybe not, but  I look pretty good now.  I do not enjoy  as much as before,  although I paint a few  hours each day.  And I forget a lot.  But there is also good,  in a sense,  so I will not have to fill  my head with so much.  And I'm not talking  as much as before.

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 have been too superficial. Where are we now.  Mother and father and I  in the background.  I was born of a horse,  but I was not a horse. My sister was my horse  And 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.

am I dreaming

Where are we now.  Mother and father and I  in the background.  I was born of a horse,  but I was not a horse. My sister was my horse  And 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.

Where are we now. Mother and father and I in the background. I was born of a horse, but I was not a horse. My sister was my horse And 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.

You connect  to an understanding  of art as an expression  of the artist's  innermost feelings.  It is inevitable that  After a lifetime   one begins to doubt  whether this ecstatic expression  may still be taken  straight from your soul's depths.  One may ask if it is sufficient  to go routine in ecstasy.

You connect to an understanding of art as an expression of the artist's innermost feelings. It is inevitable that After a lifetime one begins to doubt whether this ecstatic expression may still be taken straight from your soul's depths. One may ask if it is sufficient to go routine in ecstasy.

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. This man drops out and hope that it is soil where he lands.

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