Last night I watched “Cave of Forgotten Dreams” on Netflix, Werner Herzog’s documentary about the Paleolithic-era paintings in the Chauvet cave of Southern France. Deemed the oldest works of art on record, the paintings were primarily of horses. Their scruffy manes, knobby heads and arched necks are easily recognizable, and they are pictured running in groups. The lines and textures of the images are so beautiful that I want to get a copy somehow and hang it on my wall.
|Morgan stallion on black canvas, 9×12″ acrylic|
It leads me to reflect on this equine wonder, a limitless source of inspiration though the ages. The horse lives on, forever stretching our collective imagination. When I learned to hold a pencil and make a mark with it, I started drawing horses. Even though I had never owned one, I drew them galloping with flowing manes and tails. I drew long heads with pointed ears and rounded cheeks. I drew bent legs and bulging knees and comma-shaped nostrils. Now all these years later, I am still painting horses. It seems only appropriate on this Valentine’s Day that I should be reflecting on my first love, the horse.
Here are two new salutes to our eternal friend.
|“War Horse”, Mustang 9×12″ acrylic|