At age twelve, my commitment to my art deepened. I was browsing through an encyclopedia and stumbled across a picture of a raging white stallion. I was captivated by the animal’s unbridled rage — wide eyes, gaping mouth, exposed teeth, and front legs flailing toward the sky filled the page with rebellious excitement. In the background a cowboy was hurtled backwards off his saddle, no match for the unyielding raw animal energy beneath him.
I said to myself, “I can draw this.” And I did. From that moment on, art became my anchor and my sail. I unconsciously identified with the rebellious, impassioned horse — the horse was my soul mate. The stage was set for me to use my artwork as an escape from an overwhelming world in which I felt, and still feel, like a misfit.
Art continues to allow me to discover and explore pent up anger, frustration, sadness, and any other forbidden emotions and feelings.
