My head is full of horses …
14/06/2011 § Leave a comment
I have nights like this sometimes. Images of horses – some from my past, some in my dreams – canter through my mind like shadows in the breeze. Last night, it was Exmoor ponies. A poem came into my head, by Munnings, in which he describes meeting a herd of wild ponies in an Exmoor lane …
Grey leaden clouds slow moving overhead
The trees and fences dripping as I pass
A robin singing, berries turning red
And underneath the dank and sodden grass.
He must have been visiting during the early Autumn of 1944, as I have his biography and he made a visit to sketch the ponies in their natural habitat on the moorland. I bought a print of his – Pixie, an Exmoor foal – a few years ago at an auction, for the princely sum of £12! I absolutely love it …
And here are some of my very rough sketches that came out of my head very late last night …
My next project might just be equine – we’ll have to wait and see!
Adaliza
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