I am much to old to run, gallop or even trot. However, I see myself in this painting. The colors, the sky the grasses. I see freedom to pursue and love for the open plains. No saddle, no owner, no limits. Not running away, but running towards a great new slap-dashingly pallet knife world. Giddy up, what amazing words, no matter what your age. Giddy up.
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