For me, it’s like this horse taking a turn galloping… my time flies. Sometimes I’m wondering if they were not wrong during the process of my conception with my feel of the time. For sure they missed something! An essential ingredient maybe. Or a very small one. All around me goes too fast. I need time, maybe more than others, I don’t know, to be sure to be really here at the present moment. Not that I’m someone slow but it’s like my brain needs more time to sens the world around him.

It a big contrast with my horses who are always in motion! Maybe I run through them to try to be more connected to the world time?

« Equine Nude 13p »
pastels, charcoal & black chalk painting on canvas

This painting is about a shaman horse that we all met one day. The one that given us all his love, his compassion, his magical side. That kind of horse with a strong calm and magnetic power deep inside. The one with we feel invulnerable. I’m sure you know what I mean.

My model is the horse of @creativeplenitude named Shogun (love his name… 😍) and in him, even if I don’t know him personally, I think and feel that he have a big presence, a natural force that one we could bow down to him every morning to glorify his being.

I’ve a shaman horse in my life named « Moumou » and I’ve found the same energy in him. Moumou is my friend’s horse, a special mare in my heart ❤️ .

And you? Do you have a shaman horse in your life?

« The Shaman »
acrylic & black chalk painting on canvas

Painting created for the challenge of the month with the Paard Verzameld Collective. Far away from subjects I usually approach, it nevertheless spoke to me.

I wanted a foal from my mare at the time and this event marked me as I’ve attended the birth. It’s a mix of sensations that are both very beautiful and very terrifying. I was excited and very stressed. Afraid that things will go wrong, afraid that the foal will not survive, that there will have some problem. And at the same time, fascinated by the life to come, the pain of my mare who was spinning in her box, blew, lay down, got up… the silence that reigned, I think we all murmured to not disturb this sacred moment.

And then a tip of a nose appeared, then the forelegs and finally this already huge but so frail body. A filly!

This painting is finally all these emotions at once with the idea of ​​protection no matter what. The foal sticking to its mother, at all cost. He allows himself a look elsewhere while the mother is all in her concentration.

« Equine Nude 112t »
charcoal & black chalk drawing on paper