But, a few fleeting moments of exhilaration aside, the ride is pretty painful.
I eventually decide to let loose the reins. I take the resulting airborne journey, replete with inevitable bone-rattling landing, as a gift.
I dust myself off, hobble out of the ring, take stock.
Three things are clear to me:
1. the ride was wild,
2. every inch of me is sore, and
3. I am fascinated by the creative dynamic that was in play. From the moment I started this painting, there was some kind of mismatch between horse and rider. Our energy never aligned.
I've put a blanket on the horse; I'm putting myself in a hot tub for a soak.
The latter part of the ride in review:
4 comments:
Beautiful, soft money trees! And as usual, I love your writing, Dotty!
Oh my gosh, I love that you see money plants in the images! We haven't had lunaria in our garden for years. Might just have to plant a few.
As you can see, a dense fog rolled in, obscuring the silver dollars. Who knows what we'll see when the mist lifts?
Thanks for your nod to my writing. I do love to write—couldja tell?!
LOL
Glad I got a laugh out of you!
Isn't it funny that all that bucking and fighting for control eventually yielded "Under the Lilacs"? Grand fun!
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