Equine Art Close Up Black Horse by Della Burgus

Contemplation

A beautiful black horse in close-close up. Like many of my paintings, this was done from a photo I took at a horse show, but for this one the horse created the composition himself.  I took a regular, basic portrait shot,  and planned to use it to paint a standard horse portrait,  showing the fine head and neck, his beautiful mane and the elegant way he presented himself.  But when playing with the composition,  I found something incredible in his eyes - an expression that I couldn't quite identify, but absolutely had to capture, or at least try to capture.  Everything else became extraneous, maybe even distracting,  all that mattered was the eyes - those beautiful, deep, expressive, eyes, full of wonder and mystery, compassion, and perhaps a bit of resignation, as if he would rather be someplace else.  And yes, I have done similar close up portraits before, but they were all planned, part of a series called, "When I Look In Your Eyes."  This one was not planned, it just happened and I went along for the ride.

We are having a brief reprieve from winter here, but I am not holding my breath. Spring may be around the corner, but that corner is still a mile or two away. Still, I am enjoying the warm temperatures and lack of snow for as long as they last.

To quote James Whitcomb Riley:

It ain't no use to grumble and complain;

It's jest as cheap and easy to rejoice;

When God sorts out the weather and sends rain, 

Why, rain's my choice.

For "rain" read "snow" and that kind of describes my advice for this winter.  But anyway, if you are having the weather I am here right now, enjoy and be thankful because there is no indication it will last. This is only February.

And by the way, if you missed last week's post, it is because I forgot to publish it. Actually, I even forgot to finish it. I just discovered the draft in my "edit posts" file.  So you have that to look forward to later this week - or whenever I get it finished.

Which reminds me of another saying, the lament the aging:

Of all the things I've lost - I miss my  mind the most.

Have a great day.