With a fresh lump of clay, an armature and an idea I went to work and sculpted a horse as he leaped forward just before he goes airborne. Have I seen a horse do this? Yes. Have I ridden a horse doing this? Yes. Down a quiet snow-covered lane my horse and I ran. His footfalls silenced by the powered snow under his feet. It was a long time ago but a fresh memory when I asked myself how was it when I thought a horse was sprouting wings and flying.