Exile of the Black Horse
Oil on canvas
“Could
it be that our journey, having begun seemingly so long ago, could end in such a
terrible way?
For many months, I with my companions traveled many miles across the Red Lands
determined to find the answer to my exile at such a young age. My life had been
spent among a strange kind, and though I loved them as my own, the mystery of my
beginning was like a shadow is my mind all my days.
Yet, here it seemed to end as I stilled myself like a stone in the darkness of
that damp cave, holding my breath lest I too be discovered and killed. Suddenly
it became before my eyes that my friend had lost the battle and for the first
time ever I was completely alone.”
horse friesian black surrealism