Arrival
Prints of this artwork are available in the Print Shop.
The grey horses lived among the clouds,
galloping through billowing meadows
and grazing beneath the stars.
When the storm gathered,
they entered the rain
and began their passage into form,
wearing the colors of the sky
that had carried them.
Born dark as thunderclouds,
they moved through hues of grey and white
as the years passed through them,
until time itself
became visible upon their bodies.
Somewhere between earth and sky,
between what has taken form
and what is still becoming,
the horses are arriving.
They come through the storm
carrying their own light.
About the Artwork
All of my works of art have lives of their own, but Arrival has taken me on an especially profound journey.
When I first envisioned this work, long before it became Arrival, I saw a distant horizon between two realms. The earth was the realm of form. The dark sky held the vastness of space and possibility. Between them moved the grey horses.
Years later, the horses called me back.
I returned to the original composition from a different place in my own life and began reimagining portions of the painting. New horses emerged through storm, cloud, and moonlight. Some remained half-veiled within the shifting sky. Others crossed the threshold into form.
The dappled grey horse on the right is my beloved Mystico, who is now in spirit. His presence among these horses makes the work especially meaningful to me, and I love knowing that his spirit continues to move outward through the painting.
As Arrival became wholly itself again, something in me was becoming wholly myself again too.
That is what these horses came to mean for me.
We arrive many times within a lifetime. Something that has been gathering beyond the horizon crosses into form. A calling becomes clear. A part of ourselves returns.
The horses seem to know the way before we do.
They come through the storm carrying their own light.