It seems important, in my quest to abstraction, to begin with a pretty tight drawing. Look for this painting to become much more abstract. I am going to as my friend Francine says, “Save the best, lose the rest”.
I always loved this image. I think my father took the picture, one of the few times he ever saw me ride. The horse was named Laguna, a horse I took home from Camp Winamac in New Hampshire, after summer was over. I kept him until the next summer. He taught me so much. I worked at the boarding stable to keep him, cleaning stalls in the morning, and teaching beginner lessons in the afternoon. He was a wonderful horse. I even took him on a fox hunt! The hunt was probably the most fun I have ever had on a horse, and that’s saying something. I was probably 20.