Acrylic on canvas, Age 9 (2004) 30" x 40" SOLD (Private Collection)
...When for the first time in my life I was invited to ride a horse on a farm, I felt such freedom! But then it occurred to me that the horse would feel free only without me on his back, somewhere in the wild. It reminded me about love: to truly love we have to be free... To truly appreciate love we have to be free when we choose right from wrong. We can be forced to obey, but we cannot be forced to love...
The Freedom Horse
On the ebony sand the ashes dig like shovels Out of each round seed - a round plant Out of each round hoof - a round water splash The life of the copper mind gets tarnished with each green inch of rain
Every year in the midst of heavy stones there are cotton plants A heavy gallop like a wall for miles falls calling a bird. The neigh of a horse spins like a beak- Every wave is a short serenade
As boats crowd the rivers and lakes the round logs beat against them and the minds are mined Only the free and wild stallion cuddles and saddles the sand without missing a grain.