So this is a horse I drew:
I’ve been told that horses are very difficult for most artists to draw. I don’t find them to be too difficult, no more so than hands and feet. I don’t draw any of these things well, but one is no more difficult than another.
I drew this horse without a photo reference, although I’ve drawn so many horses while sitting at a computer with Google image search pulled up on the monitor I probably don’t really need to look at a photo anymore. It seems that, the more a thing becomes familiar, the more readily we can reproduce its image, and the more beautiful it becomes to us.
I did, while drawing this horse, look at another picture I drew of a cow, to see if I got the legs right. I don’t even know if cow legs and horse legs are similar.
There was a girl I knew years ago. She was tall and beautiful, and she had a long face with strong, slender features. I saw her every week at church. I always thought she looked like a horse. I never told her that.
I saw her at the bank once. She was standing in the line at the next window over from where I was. I didn’t say “hi” or smile in her direction. I didn’t tell her about the horse thing then, either.
I’ve been told that was a good thing. To be honest, I’m not so sure.