I like to think of this story as a tiny seed that was planted back in the 1970s. That little seed grew and grew and led me to the Horses of Us.
One moment changed everything for me. It happened when I was five. I was already obsessed with horses and desperately wanted a pony. I vividly remember going to pick strawberries at a local farm and coming home with a fuzzy brown pony named Chocolate.
This pony became my world for all of my childhood. She was my confidant, partner, and performer.
My parents loved telling the Chocolate story. My favorite part of the story was when I told them I wanted a white pony but after I rode Chocolate I was happy to have a brown one instead. Even better was how the farmer added the saddle and bridle to sweeten the deal.
Who can pass up a Shetland pony with a saddle and bridle for $50?
That was the beginning of my lifelong journey with horses.
Every person I talk to about horses has a story about them. Some people did trail rides at youth camps. Some loved watching horses in parades. Others took it up a notch and had (or have) their own horse or horses.
I always find a magical intimacy when horse lovers tell me their horse stories.
An instant unspoken understanding appears.
Weird conversations sometimes emerge. Tales of mystery pus-filled lesions (sorry) to jumping a huge log for the first time to winning the blue in a very competitive horse show to saying good-bye to a beloved four hoofed best friend are special ties that bonded us.
All the journeys touch me on a deep level.
I love sharing the journeys with you through my art and stories.
That’s what Horses of Us is.
Art with a voice behind it.