Day 17. When your horse dies…

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9×12, oil on paper

Another little work on paper, this time with the lines from the poem I mentioned in day 5. Not a whole lot to say about it or much else at the moment. I painted at late night weddings both last night and the night before, and, well, I’m just tired I guess. 

So I’ll leave you with some good advice and cowboy wisdom that I read in Art and Fear, one of my favorite art books. When your horse dies, get off. 

See ya’ll tomorrow, hopefully with a revived horse.

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