The Perfect Summer
Sometimes time gets away from me.
I know it happens to everyone, because it’s the number one lament that I hear: “Where did the time go?” If one of our presidential candidates would promise to do something about THAT (“If I’m elected, I will guarantee you an extra hour in each and every day!”), well, that’s a platform I could get behind.
It’s been a whirlwind few months, between a trip to Brazil (many fabulous Lusitanos) the holidays (the annual baking of the Dressage Gingerbread Ponies), a parade of house guests (what a good excuse for making dinner parties), and most exciting, the task I look forward to ….
Cleaning the office.
Because cleaning the office entails looking through every single piece of paper, magazine and clipping that has created an archaeological stratification on my desks, and because for some of you who aren’t blessed with San Diego’s brilliant weather are actually experiencing winter, I thought I’d post a painting that I found a photo of. This one is called The Perfect Summer.
It was painted several years ago, from memories of a photo shoot at which we’d expected to shoot portraits but changed plans midstream, so to speak, what with the heavy August heat and the inexorable attraction of a cool pond on ponies, little people and photographer.
This was the first painting of mine to be accepted into a national exhibition (the American Academy of Equine Art), and it has occupied a place of honor in my home gallery ever since. It’s one of the few paintings I’ve ever done that I would only part with under the most perfect circumstances. But you can order prints of it: I’ve placed this painting in the Fine Art Prints gallery.
And please don’t scold me for painting a barefoot, helmetless child riding tempting fate by riding bareback on a fat pony. It was a different world then, one I’m reminded of each time I walk past this painting.