"A horse is a horse, of course, of course / And no one can talk to a horse of course / That is, of course, unless the horse is the famous Mr. Ed..." These words should sound familiar to you if you grew up around the time I did or maybe a tad bit earlier. Alright, a lot earlier, but I’m trying to be nice here.
When I was a kid, I can remember watching reruns of Mr. Ed on the weekends. There was something about that horse that had me mesmerized. Mr. Ed was one of my well-kept secrets back in those days ‘cause Lord knows I would have caught Hell from my “crew” if they ever found out.
If you’ve been following along, you should remember how I said life speaks to you if you’re willing to listen. In those days, I’ll admit, I had one heck of a hearing problem, but life never really gave up…
A few years later when I was in the 7th grade, I started to draw horses during our study hall times in the library. I’d pluck these huge equestrian books from the shelves and start drawing every handsome figure I came across. I can still remember the softened forms of their magnificent faces and I’m sure if I sat down, I could retrace every line I studiously and proudly captured.
Horseback riding camp over the summer followed shortly behind my “studio” time. I had a wonderful time and I was extremely fortunate for having received the opportunity, but again, this boy was deaf as a doornail. It’s really a shame too because had I taken the experience seriously, I could have been a little bit more prepared for all that’s yet to come.
Why am I telling you all about this? The fact is that I’ve never been a true and through horse lover like Ann has. Again, I’ve spoken ad nauseum (love me some Latin) about Ann’s love for the species and even though I may never come close to carrying her level of admiration, I’ve always known those beautiful creatures would play an integral part in my life.
It’s no secret Ann love horses, even more than she loves herself sometimes. I’ve talked about horses with all of you well over twenty times over the past thirty days. What I think it’s time for is a quick look into our crystal ball…
Ann will have her seventy plus acre farm, with a barn and stables, all the animals she could dream of having and of course… plenty of horses. This is not a pipe dream or wishful thinking. This is a goal, we as a family, have been working toward since our first daughter was born. Such days are so close that I can literary smell fresh hay every morning when I wake. And I can’t even begin to tell you how much I’m looking forward to seeing Ann come galloping out of the East through fields that span for miles.
So in honor of every whisper, I present this horse. Every time I see a horse now, I can see the life Ann was meant to live, I can see a world where nothing else matters but her and most importantly, I see her, just as unconditionally as I did when I first laid eyes on her… almost eighteen years ago.
Size: 6 x 4 (inches)
Materials: 90lb Cold Press Paper
Frame: Mini Wooden Shadow Box with Glass (4 5/8"W x 6 5/8"T x 1.25"D)
Completed: Tuesday, October 28, 2014
Artist: Adam Kiger
Represented By: Park View Gallery
Artist's Website: www.adamkiger.com
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