Last night I had a dream that I opened my front door and there was a big beautiful white horse standing on my porch. I invited her in and she came, right into my house.
Before going to bed, I was thinking about something I heard my donkey Fanny say to me a couple of weeks ago. Jon and I were going to visit Pamela and Paul and the horses at Blue Star Equiculture and that morning while brushing Fanny, I silently told her and Lulu that we were going to see the big horses. Immediately I heard the words: same thing. And I knew what she meant. That big horses or small donkeys, the connection between us is all the same. I thought she had some attitude about it, like, just because they’re bigger doesn’t mean they’re better. But that may have come more from me than her. Although I can’t be sure, Fanny has a lot of attitude.
This piece is a combination of my dream and my exchange with Fanny. First I drew some horses and donkeys on the vintage napkin with permanent marker. I was trying to get a dream-like feeling, with layering and images that fade, come in to focus and disappear. Then I stitched over the marker, trying not to pay attention to it and let it work it’s magic. I was also thinking of the cave drawing, and the drawing I’ve been doing on my studio door with the burnt matches.
I’m not sure what the white horse represented in my dream. She was beautiful and wild looking but it felt natural for her to be in my house. Perhaps it’s as simple as me opening myself up to having a horse. An affirmation.