Once I had a horse named Sterling who was a good horse in every way possible. He kind of looked like a cartoon horse with his round hay belly, bit of a sway back and somewhat crooked legs but I didn’t care. He was my Velveteen Rabbit and usually- most of the time but not always – I could count on him. He was old but he still had opinions.
Sterling lived to nearly 32 and he’s been gone awhile but I still think of him. While making this I couldn’t help but remember him so this picture isn’t just made up of paper and paint but also memories of how his coat sparkled like silver in the sunlight, how we liked to go over the wood bridges on the trail in the woods to hear his hooves go clop-clop-clop and all our little adventures, too. He was a good one.