Horses have a powerful presence, and trying to capture that presence can at times be difficult. They are not an easy subject. Ever since I was small and I was tossed up on my first pony I've been drawing and painting horses. Even as an adult watching a field of horses a full gallop, or even certain movies still give me goose bumps and get my heart beating.
This feeling is what I try to capture in these paintings. The sense of movement and power, of your heart racing. The giddy feeling of a horse at full gallop, of all that power. I want them to leap out of the canvas at you.
Four Horses Fit Like Puzzle Pieces (2016)
Fire in Their Brains (2016)
It was the twilight of the iguana. From the rainbow-arch of the battlements, his long tongue like a lance sank down in the green leaves, and a swarm of ants, monks with feet chanting, crawled off into the jungle, the guanaco, thin as oxygen in the wide peaks of cloud, went along, wearing his shoes of gold, while the llama opened his honest eyes on the breakable neatness of a world full of dew. The monkeys braided a sexual thread that went on and on along the shores of dawn, demolishing walls of pollen and startling the butterflies of Muzo into flying violets. It was the night of the alligators, the pure night, crawling with snouts emrging from ooze, and out the sleepy marshes the confused noise of scaly plates returned to the ground where they began. The jaguar brushed the leaves with his phosphorescent absence, the puma runs through the branches like a forest fire, while the jungle's drunken eyes burn from inside him. The badgers scratch the river's feet, scenting the nest whost throbbing delicacy they attack with red teeth.
And deep in the huge waters the enormous anaconda lies like the circle around the earth, covered with ceremonies of mud, devouring, religious.
Horse Studies & Portraits
4 Studies in White
Studies in White
These four abstracts were four small studies done on a single sheet of paper using layers of washes, charcoal and acrylic. These were the first truly abstract pieces I had done probably since I was a child, when the feeling of paint was just as new and exciting as the results. These were done in quick flurries of movement, followed by relatively short waits as layers dried. I was trying to convey energy and depth and not think too much about what went where, to just simply build up an image.
The colours were the primary triad of ultramarine, yellow ochre and magenta. Simple, like the tools used; a large brush, charcoal sticks and most importantly, fingers.
Abstraction was hard for me, and I think by going back to the most basic tool of all, my hands I was able to channel my inner child, and the feeling of doing art, not for a result, but for the sensation
The initial concept behind these paintings was to play with creating depth through a play of transparent and opaque layers and serendipitous line work. From this initial concept the painting evolved into an exploration of form and landscape through the use of line and lost and found edges.
Horses have always been a part of my life, though they have faded in and out of importance depending on my activities. They act like a ghost or a memory, interlocked with both my successes and failures through life. They run through my dreams, and they represent both fear and hope. Horses occupy a pace of both power and fragility, a topographic map of the soul, interlinked with both reality and imagination, domesticated but still wild.
In the first painting the horse strides forwards, it's ghostly form insubstantial, fading in and out of the yellow plain it moves across. It merges into the landscape, a part of the nature it comes from, and yet separated and caught with the tangled webs of line that form its structure.
If they world is made up of energy and light, then our outward forms could be no more substantial then the inner ones that make up our thoughts and memories. Both forms are interwoven and we shift back and forth between them, between our memories and future, each building and creating to the other. We are intricately entwined with the world around us as it affects not only who we are but who we will be as we move forwards. And yet we build our world as we gaze forwards, our goals intricately outlining not only who we are but what we perceive the world to be.