little girl ponies

I was in some serious need of comfort-painting time so I tried to recreate one of the million endless pony drawings I did as a little kid. I don't remember anyone really liking them even if my level of commitment demanded at least a little respect. I could draw them for hours and got interested in the art supplies at my friends' houses. As in if they had any I could get hold of, I'd ditch the playtime and settle in. I'm not sure I'm really any different now.

If I was stuck using a pencil with a worn down eraser, that was bad but I carried on.

Horizon line, sun, pony pony pony pony pony most of them were running in different random directions for no apparent reason. Until I thought of more things to show them doing.

Eventually I got a look at a "how to draw horses book" and then I learned how draw horse chins and to stop making tube-legs. It wasn't my book but a friend had it and showed it to me. Someone told me that their legs had to go in certain ways.

I really liked being able to use grown up art supplies to do this version. It was AWESOME actually. As a kid I hated the kinds of markers I could find, they always ran dry before the white was covered and they soaked the paper and made it fray. I hated children's colored pencils, they always looked faded even if you scribbled down to the wood, and crayons didn't cover well either. I was never a fan of that crayon smell. Even now I think I associate it with frustration. Huh.



It's a hinged triptych, hinges put on accordion-style so it can stand like this below or go flat on the wall like a normal painting.


16 x 36.5" graphite and oil on canvas


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