Since I'm ramping up for a new project ( a set of three murals,) I haven't done new work since I did the rendering for this current job. So I thought I'd throw in a blast from the past. (You can tell by my hair color) One of my more unusual jobs.
This was done for The Ruins, an private dining club extravaganza where nothing was ordinary. I was fortunate to be hired to do a lot of painting for The Ruins, and this was one of my projects.
My client showed me a full sized white paper mache horse that he had bought from Fredrick and Nelson department store when it went out of business, and asked me to paint it gold and then cover it with tiny flowers. The horse had traveled with Yves St. Laurent's runway fashion show, and Seattle was the end of the line, so Mr. French Thoroughbred ended up the store basement, waiting for someone to lead him into the light.
A horse knowledgeable friend told me that the horse looked like it had too much spring grass....perhaps refering to it's round belly. I preferred to think it was pregnant and one night would give birth to a whole litter of floral colts. Of course it is a boy horse, but I didn't let that interfere with my story.
Horses keep turning up in my oeuvre, and in fact, were my initial drive to create art. I lived in a small rural community and all my friends had horses and/or cattle, and I desperately wanted a horse. However, my father, in his infinite wisdom, would not buy me one. So I drew them, did paintings of them, rode my friend's horses and would whinny and paw the air when I came to the breakfast table. Dad ignored my subtle hints, and I outgrew my fetish. Well, sorta.
Later in life I painted and repainted the Spokane Loof Carrousel horses on four different occasions. Fifty-eight of the lovely creatures. I posted this before (see my carrousel archive), but here it is again. GiddyUp.
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