I have a large group of clay models I need to get going. I’ve done the research now I’m itchy to get going on the new pieces.
My art materials are in marked storage boxes. Digging through the pile to find the right size pipe, bolts etc. can be frustrating. And if I don’t have quite the right size then I’ve got to go into town to fetch what I need. So I decided to go shopping for a new stash of metal and wood. I went north to Lowe’s in Frankfort for the supplies. On my way I stopped in Versailles to buy 400 pounds of grain for the high class mares who live nearby my studio.
I drove by some of the largest Thoroughbred farms in the world. Not many horses were on view, although I could see knots of mares heavy in foal off in the distance feeding at hay stations. None of these mares eat hay from a round bale. They’re all square bale flakes for those gals.
It was fun to pick out the steel pipe without being in a hurry to rush somewhere else on my errands. I bought some wonderful oak plywood for the supports. One of the young guys cut them all in half giving me 10 pieces to work on. I won’t have to set up the saw horses and do it myself. And it’s free so I took advantage of the offer.
Next I drove back to the studio enjoying the drive on the back roads to my house; feed in the back of the truck and the art supplies in the back seat of my truck. Tomorrow I’ll be heating up the water bath and getting the clay heated so I can work it onto an armature. One of my demo models actually is getting somewhere and I like it. It’s the running Scottish Deerhound Abbey.
Once I was here I checked on my email. The dogs were barking and I heard someone knock on the door. It was my neighbor. She asked if I knew there was a horse loose on the road. She said a young girl was with the horse right now but she doesn’t have a halter for the horse. She told me the horse had a shaved neck area. I asked if my three horses were in the pasture and she said yes. It had to be the filly from across the street.
I gathered up my tack and went back out to see who was out of their pasture. Down the road I went in my big truck and there the little scene was before me. The high class mares, with the additional chestnut filly, were hanging out in the corner of the pasture. Or paddock actually, it’s not more than 2 1/2 acres so I consider it a paddock. My little farm is small and very hilly and it drops to the ledge where the Kentucky River lies probably 200 feet below. I’ve noticed the horses like it on the high side. They must know something I don’t know, although the river will probably never go over its banks unless there’s a flood of biblical proportions.
The young lady was holding the filly by the forelock. I stopped quickly and got out and put the halter on the filly. I decided to take her back up the long driveway by having the red headed girl lead her from the bed of the truck. So I drove slowly and we “ponied” the filly back to her pasture. We couldn’t find how she got out, no open gates and she had her posse there to greet her; funny that she would escape somehow and leave for the lower forty acres.
I’ve been working on some bids for having some of my work cast in glass. Also, one of my dog sculptures will be featured on the cover of the Woodford Hounds Hunt Ball catalog. Here’s a picture of the life-size hound in bronze. There’s a fun happening in the works with the Hunt Ball, more later.
Tomorrow we’ll try to solve the mystery of the escaped horse.