I set out to make another water-themed horse, and it came out as a tree. Trees like water, so I guess it works. (It’s on Redbubble, too)
We made a discover in my most recent riding lesson: Midas was a western horse once. It started because I was picking up the reins to show my trainer what Midas can do with the bitless bridle. He was in a very agreeable mood, so I was quite surprised when he immediately backed in a tight… Continue reading the reiner inside
Today was our second proper foray into bareback and bridle-less. The first time was quite spontaneous, and went pretty well. We walked in a circle, then I tried trotting him up the long side and laughed at how very quickly steering fell apart. Then I fetched the reins and had a slightly more proper ride… Continue reading This horse
One of the great things about art is that any time you pick up your tools to play with them, it’s worthwhile. You are practicing. You are learning. Even that time I picked up ink sticks and smudged out a firey horse from memory, trying to familiar myself with the way the colors move and… Continue reading Smudging
Been getting in some grunt sketching practice. I forget how important that is until I do some and realize just how much better I get when I’m really focusing on what I see vs. what I think I see.
Spring means horse hair everywhere. Ev.ry.where. Also mud. Lots of mud. On the ground, on the horse, on the boots that will never look clean ever again. But it also means the grass turning green, which is a very nice color.
Here follows lengthy ponderings on horse training. Because it’s something I think about. A lot. – In 2009 or 2010, I had a chance to take a few riding lessons while the horses were on schooling board at a different farm. The lessons mostly consisted of Midas tearing around the ring like a freight train… Continue reading Training horse or rider