The specific, detailed nature of these drawings, made anonymous through cropping compositions, evokes memories of time spent at the barn: brushing, currying, tacking up, turning out, mucking stalls, throwing flakes of hay, and admiring horses standing nearby while filling paddock water troughs.
I hope these pieces also call to mind the feeling of crisp mornings, the smell of fresh hay, the familiar beat of steel-shod hooves down the barn aisle, steam rising from velvet nostrils, and shavings stuck in rumpled tails – each experienced as we carried out these horse care rituals; moments simultaneously treasured and dreaded (for the sheer amount of early morning work). Moments of the most clarity and meditative calm. Moments of true quiet. Moments we will always carry with us as horse people, whether the last time we cleaned the barn was 10 minutes or a decade ago.