Dusty Dreams

     " A dream is a wish your heart makes."    - Cinderella

       Recently my mother came across a wonderful old photo of me at age 10 sitting proudly on my first pony Stardust. With my feet hanging below his belly, it was clear that I was outgrowing him.  My father sits beside me on what would be my next pony, Charlie.  Stardust, known as Dusty, had a huge crest, a broad back and a mane that never grew out or fell over like it should.  He was my first love.  Like a good parent, he took care of us but didn't hesitate to give us a swift kick if we deserved it.  We fell off and learned to dust off our seats and climb back up.  He was not only a great teacher but a dream come true for a little girl whose heart wished only for a pony of her own.  I will never forget Dusty.  He was my dream come true.

Chosen for the American Academy of Equine Art 38th Annual Open Juried Exhibition, September 2018.