The Quintessential Colletta Expression

I've taken to listening to Mark Driscoll and Matt Chandler in the evenings while I draw. This is mostly because listening to the same music over and over again gets kind of boring and I have a tendency to skip songs I don't like, thus breaking the creative concentration.

So roughly ten sermons later (in retrospect, more like twelve), I finally finished that drawing of the horse. See? See?

I've always said that I wanted to have a portrait of the horse, and hopefully this will be one that I'm proud of and won't want to re-do in a couple of years. (Though you never know about that last bit.)

I also realize that I've never given much history of the horse...let's just say that my oldest brother bought her at age 2 while he was in the 'Amish' phase of his life, I bought her from him after he lost interest, and after many fights and tears and coercing and trying different training methods (this was all on my part--the horse would just put her ears back and get all stubborn on me) both she and I have turned out to be pretty good partners. There was a time, though...SO many tears and frustrations.

But now I know a bit more in the way of 'training', she's mellowed a LOT, I've gotten better at riding and applying what I've read, and we've both figured out that trail or endurance riding would be the way to go. She's well-suited to it (as am I--I'm really not competitive and am pretty disgusted with the world of showing), and after I get a new saddle we should be able to start in earnest. The current saddle twists my legs and I can't ride more than an hour without my knees screaming in pain...I can't wait.

So anyway. There's the horse and her weird face. Hope ya enjoy it. XD