Red Roses Are Red and Horses


H/T to the rose. I you’re a realist, read about the rose here. If you’re a tasteful consumer, here is your Red Rose. If your medium is mystery, let’s go Sub Rosa. We aim to please.

Horse Trading

In the horse-trade of life

free will is like free lunches

that’s why I would never be a dentist;

imagine probing all those free lunch cavities.

A horse doctor might be different

-you’d still have to look the gift horse in the mouth though-

as you dream of unicorns

but you could laugh about it;

snort, whinny even.


horse trading
Gift Horses





Caballos de Cavalia

Cavalia Odysseo

An amazing show: Cavalia’s  Odysseo. My snaps don’t do it justice- they do look better in sepia though. Photography is not allowed (yes, person with the annoying flash) during the show, but we could take some snaps in the stables afterwards. The horses were tired after their intense work-out and more interested in their food by then- lots of heads in buckets and in straw. So many different breeds: Appaloosa, Arabian, Ardennais, Belgian, Canadian (“the little iron horse”), Comtois, Criollo, Lippizan, Lusitano, Oldenberg, Paint, Percheron, Quarter horse, Spanish purebred, Warmblood. Only a few stallions (about 7?) and the rest all geldings, with more than 60 horses in the show. Apparently it is very hard to train the stallions; they want to fight all the time. And there are no mares!

I enjoyed the human acrobatics. How fit these people must be.

Horses I Have Known

I am still working on my horse portraits.

Sketch (Hat Tip to Boerneef)

Horses I have known

Laika, moonsister, silver filly, gifthorse I did not get

be the girl grandchild instead

here’s Tombola, meanest red-eyed rooster ever spawned on the African soil

Granma will protect him

Granma will soon pass

Granpa will slaughter him

and marry again

Tinkerbell, vicious pony:

good for playing Touches, little biter, little kicker

your only interest on the outride is returning home

fighting all the way we go

glue-cling all the way back

Lesotho Numba One, poor nag

remembered for your girth galls

(and that mole-backed liar lover)

eclipsed by him who trotted on human feet in sympathy

light of my loss

Morgan,  dustcoat Morgan

who neighed and bucked

you almost broke my back

rearing at that paper bag

Talitha, urine medicine maker

your foal: dog food

I never rode again

I still like the music

Horses always make me think of the painting Guernica. I like what Picasso said:

…this bull is a bull and this horse is a horse… If you give a meaning to certain things in my paintings it may be very true, but it is not my idea to give this meaning. What ideas and conclusions you have got I obtained too, but instinctively, unconsciously. I make the painting for the painting. I paint the objects for what they are. (from Wikipedia article)
Rooiklei Os
Red Clay Oxen