As a four-year-old child, I did some heavy negotiating with my parents: I would give up my bottle in exchange for a pair of cowboy boots. Of course, I needed the boots to ride horses, real horses, not a rocking horse or a stick with a horse head on the end, but a real horse. Since that time, horses have been an important part of my life, and, consequentially, have been an essential part of the images I make. When my daughters were small, I gave up horseback riding on a regular basis, and no longer owned a horse, but kept my connection with them through my art. Then, at the beginning of the pandemic, I was given an incredible gift: a young horse named "Stormy", whose life I got to share—to train, to ride, and to simply just enjoy.
