Look at the slight valley of the horse between haunch and shoulder,
recalling its rider and the low hills between. Form never forgets.
Though they are free to be real horses not obscured by work,
not pull anything, they must think hard to do nothing but remember
their lovers to run the low hills and dream and eat up green landscape.
He thinks of her and the way part of him still sinks down the cushions
when he's gone. A few remembering shapes linger till the foam or feathers
take a deep breath and remember what they were. If he comes back soon
he may not be quite missing, indentations rising as if still getting up.
When he leaves he feels her still on him, a loving cinch like the feel of hat,
the hat gone.
- Allan Peterson
Cars were once known as horseless carriages. Although many people ride horses for recreation, there are also many places around the world where horses and other animals are the primary mode of transportation. These two paintings are based on some small acrylic studies I did a while back, and I actually used transfers of my original horse images in these new works. They are part of my show, Subject to Change, which opens tonight.