Rear View Horse
I was in a room with H and a guy. I was looking at things on his shelf. A book that sung a nursery rhyme as you held a button on the front. The images changed. There was a stack of books on the centre coffee table, including a World of Warcraft strategy guide, one that we didn't have. I was saying goodbye to them. I had to go move the car to do something. I was being affectionate towards H. I got in the car and the button to start the engine isn't working. There's a horse running up the road with a man chasing, trying to warn people. He's motioning for me not to let the car roll. The horse squeezed past. I look into the rear view mirror. I see the dishevelled chestnut brown horse going to its friend who is on the floor. He's trying to help him up. They are slowly walking back towards where they came from. I'm still trying to get the car started.
Oil & Oil Pastel on Canvas.
Size: 50 W x 81 H cm
