inspiration: Shakespeare

When I bestride him, I soar, I am a hawk: he trots the air; the earth sings when he touches it ...

Shakespeare, Henry V.

mourning horse

Here's a contemplative horse to suit my contemplative mood. I drew this a few years ago after an elderly friend passed away - although I wasn't intending it to be sad, it just came out that way. Although, I like to think of it as a kind of sweet sadness.