Drawing is a wonderful way of remembering…
I think the first memory I have of drawing was one I had done of a horse. It was the “horse of a different color” in the Wizard of Oz. I loved horses then as I do now and that one in particular. I remember what I was feeling as I was drawing, my box of crayons, the choices I made in colors and being disappointed with the head I had drawn – trying to fix it (no erasers when working with crayons), I think I was five.
I went on to draw many horses through grade school with my best friend Kyra. After school we would draw their heads and fantasize about having our own horses – mine would be a Palomino. Great memories…
This is my “Horse of a Different Color”
My daughter also loves horses and made this when she was a bit older than 5 and it is the happiest horse being ridden by a very happy girl.
Amanda’s Happy Horse
I am not sure why, but recently I have felt like drawing horses again.