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Zip Oil on panel When I was a baby my daddy still worked the farm with horses. But I
didn’t get my own horse ‘Lady’ till I was nearly five years old. It was about
that time that I started to draw horse pictures. I would draw them out of my head and then
go out and look at the horse to see if I was doing ok, and if it didn’t look
right, I would correct it against the real horse. Lady taught me to draw and ride, because if
I wasn’t sketching her I was riding. This went on right through high school. I studied art at college. I
spent my summers being a cowboy, doing rodeo, and wrangling a dude ranch.
Most of my adult life has been split between art and horse related jobs. Now I mainly do art for a livelihood. But I have a string of nice horses, and I
take in an occasional horse to train. I don’t mean to brag, but after a lifetime of this kind of activity, I
pretty much know what a horse looks like. I don’t like to embellish their
beauty with my art, or romanticize them, or exaggerate their type. I try to portray them as I see them. They’re plenty beautiful as they are even
the ugly ones. Joel Lewis |
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