Magic Horse
Magic Horse
Late December 1994 - Oil on canvas- 40 by 30 inches
sold
The horse in the basement was special and obedient. He would wait for me to come down those dangerous stairs to the world that I owned, and no matter what had happened, or what I feared soon would, the horse would do as I commanded, take me where I wanted to go, and no one could contravene our alliance. Until one day my mother gave the horse away. She promised me that in the land we would be moving to there would be real horses. But I never found real horses as interesting and as spontaneous as the old horse in the basement. Real horses had to be brushed and carefully outfitted before they could be ridden. Then they simply walked about on the ground and tried their best to do only as they pleased. They never flew above the cities or swam across the seas to far off lands where animals keep nature safe from the uses of man.