Winter harbour, I have always painted horses. It has been almost an obsession. As a young man I stood for hours with a sketch pad and ear infections and drew horses. The soul's a horse. The horse's soul. Thighs The feminine. The sensuous. A picture of three horses. . Where are we now. Mother, father and I in the background. I was born of a horse, but I was not a horse. My sister was my horse. I was her head and will. It has been almost an obsession.