Nostalgia is a powerful emotion that engages all of the senses. Thinking back to my teenage years, riding a borrowed horse bareback in summers that seemed endless, I can hear the music that we listened to on an old transistor radio (Billy Joel), smell the musky, fertile wetlands where we swam the horses, garnering more mosquito bites than seemed possible on our skinny, adolescent bodies, and feel the heat of the sun, scorching our unprotected skins. We’d laugh in a couple of weeks when the burned skin peeled off our shoulders in sheets. Those were different times and even the lack of information about all of the ways that we were harming ourselves seems appealing.
That bareback horse one is so inspiring I was a horse girl and have started a sketch with similar subject but so stuck for making a painting. Thanks for your loose style and work
Mining my memory
Oh, Ingrid! You made me cry! Did we inhabit the same body?? The same peeling skin?? The same innocence?? It must be time for me to take your workshop…
What a wonderful post Ingrid. I have so been longing for the lightness of living of my youth. I will save this to reread often.
My memory is helping my friend muck stalls at her part time job; cool spring air and warm sunshine. Joan Jet on the radio xo
That bareback horse one is so inspiring I was a horse girl and have started a sketch with similar subject but so stuck for making a painting. Thanks for your loose style and work