My husband and I went to the last races of the season at Ruidoso Downs. Though neither one of us enjoy gambling that much, we do like to watch the horses run. For me, the image of a horse straining with every fiber of his being to beat the horse in front of him is probably one of my most top favorite images of all times. However, I focused on the jockey this time. I have long put off drawing horses, in respect for my son-in-law who is a horseman and an artist, and my late grandfather. They would hate for me to draw a bad horse. A horse is just too beautiful to mess up.
I'm just glad to have gotten a half-way descent quick sketch of the day. My confidence has been lagging as of late, but nothing like the jockeys and horses must have felt as they ran around a wet and sloppy track in the rain. Van Gogh would say if voices tell you that you cannot paint, well then -paint, and silence the voices. Working through the fear and taking risk - I can't think of any other way to win the race.