Balanced Seat (sold)
24″ x 18″
oil on gallery-wrapped canvas
When the holidays roll around, you can’t help but reminisce about growing up.
Back in the day, I used to ride a horse almost every day after school. Muscle memory rarely forgets, and although I haven’t ridden in years, I always remember the feel.
I’m trying to train myself to remember the feel of loose brushstrokes when I paint. Meaning, it’s not completely about the visual results, but the motor skills that it takes to get you there. (RE: last post of it’s not just about the destination, but the journey too.)
And like learning any motor skill whether it be scales to a musician, free throws/field goals/putts to the athlete, or tying a surgical knot for the intern, it’s repetition, repetition, repetition.
Or, maybe it’s just a horse, of course. :)