A Tender Heart
Every once in a while I dream a painting.
This painting started as a dream that woke me in the middle of the night. I saw a woman; dressed in her sidesaddle habit, walking through the morning mist.
It had been raining and I could see that she was wet and a bit tired. In one arm she clutched a small, wet fox. In the other hand she clutched the reins of her horse.
The horse changed many times and finally his expression of being "miffed" fell of the brush and onto the canvas (understandably so).
Her expression pulls you in and makes you wonder what she is thinking.
Who she is and where she is are up to you. Why she is carrying a wet fox is also up to you.
Perhaps you can garner some of my intention from the title. She has a tender heart; as do I.
30 x 40" oil on gallery wrapped canvas. No need for a frame.