I love horses. I always did.
There was a stud near my hometown in the south of Germany. I remember going there with my father, who loved horses, too. We went there in spring, when the horses were allowed to leave the stable and go on the pastures. We stood there, waiting for the herd of horses galloping by. You could feel their joy of running free.
There were also some Arabian stallions in the stud, and I loved their beauty – the mixture of strenght and elegance. Some of this beauty I tried to catch in the drawing above.