Wild white horses

Where do the ideas come from?
Sometimes you want to say something, and you work hard to find perfect words or images…
Sometimes you just play and improvise, and you are as surprised with the result as the viewer.

And sometimes you just wake up in the morning with a picture in your mind. High horizon, line of trees, blue dynamic shadows of galloping horses, wild-green grass. Unreal. Unlimited space. Freedom.

Are the shadows more real? Are they part of the horses?
What if we could ride them..?
Is the grass always greener THERE?