Category: In search of Blue Horses
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Seeing the blue
It is not a far reach to find blue. It takes but a moment to stop and see. If it is the soft blue sky, or the cobalt shimmer of a piece of sea glass, blue is threaded throughout the day. Is it art we push at AR:T ROUTE blue?..yes. But it is the art…
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Like the horses run
There is wonder that washes over me, every time my horses run across my field, or race around the arena, or run into the wind, their noses open to the excitement in the air. Every time it takes my breathe away. And every time I pick up a paint brush, the same excitement hits me,…