You know that winter is getting to you when you start looking for shapes in the icicles. I'm glad I found you, little horse, you remind me of the great chalk figures that dot the hills of Britain. Maybe one icy day a couple of millennia ago a woman was as tired of winter as I am, she looked out of her cave and there you were! A perfect ice horse! She kept your image in the back of her mind and started working on your portrait on a magnificent scale as soon as the thaw was over. Then, many, many centuries later, perhaps a man named Pablo saw your very simple lines on an icy Paris day and thought of portraying your simplicity. Nature. Ice. Dead of winter. Art.
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Sunday, January 9, 2011
- Moorestown, New Jersey, United States
- Let's talk about our gardens. Let's talk about all the flowers and critters that thrive within the confines of our personal paradises. Let's talk about those we love and love us back, although once in a while they scratch us and make us bleed a little. Just to remind us that we are alive. Those roses and cats and people that thrive in our gardens... How important... How important they are...