In the beginning of the making of the Black Horse the difficulty was nearly so much that I felt I would give up at any time. There are 40 horses overlapped, one upon the other in search of the horse in my mind, within my imagination. I have learned that the 40 horses are those of battle, my battle in learning to paint a horse. Even now as he nears completion, he is not the original horse in my mind, the one turned more toward the viewer with flared nostrils filled with morning dew breathing the crisp fog when hot energetic air meets the cooled air of the morning. The difficulty is mainly in my deficit regarding painting a horse. As an “artist” I find myself unprepared although I have imprinted images of some of the most magnificent horses in the world within my own mind. One day the virtual world will bring what is in the mind to canvas but until that day it is the hand which projects what rest within the mind’s eye.
You have heard me rant about time being the enemy which is an obsession of mine but in this case, time helped me to see the error of my ways. In the moments of time, while I looked relentlessly at the horse, I began to see that not only is he a main focal point of the entire painting, but also that his eye was placed awkwardly and anatomically wrong in the painting. Oddly enough over the years, no one else had noticed it either, or if they did they did not dare speak of it. Artist respect may have played a significant role in no one mentioning what they saw or prehaps didn’t see at all. As many photos and live horses I had looked at, somehow I did not see it either. There was a specific plan for that eye for that past couple of years and that could have easily pulled my attention away from it until the day I finally brought to life the image of the secret I had planned. As Mona Lisa is known from being DaVinci in feminine form, the eye is mine.