As I said in my comments on the first Tír na nÓg painting, this horse entranced me. The last time he galloped toward me I felt a little uneasy, maybe he was getting TOO famliar. He was looking somehow a little... wild. He nibbled at my jacket. I had to say, "No!" He looked at me like I had betrayed him and turned and galloped away. It was to be our last conversation. |