He was the oldest horse I'd ever seen - passing by the owner's pasture we'd often see a swaybacked horse nibbling at the high grasses. I want to meet that horse, take his picture, paint him. I'm fascinated by the way time ages. Surfaces that were once clean and smooth become textured and discolored. With most of the culture obsessed with "being ageless" I find my own thoughts odd. I like to see the signs of life. The scars, the colors, the wrinkles and flaws of perfection. It's a biography of life, telling of our travels and who we are.
I finally got to meet that old horse. His name is Bonsai, he's 38 years old. A gentle gelding, he lived with four other horses. One of which was 20 years old and his constant companion. Bonsai walked with a slow waving gait, head low and back dipped like a half-pipe. When the sun glinted off the hoof beaten part of the pasture, his orange belly seemed to glow. Bonsai was born in 1974 on that very farm, and only left it once when the owner rode him down the street to visit a neighbor. He rode easily, but the owner was content with him being a pasture puppy. He was only ridden that one time. Bonsai was happy with his easy-going life. I felt honored to have met him, such an old and graceful animal. Most people would not find him beautiful, but I did. There was much wisdom in those old eyes.
"Out to Pasture" 8x10" acrylic on wood. (C) Cara Bevan 2013