It is my good fortune to be related to a horse woman with excellent taste in horseflesh. When I first heard about Picasso, a grey Warmblood, I waited impatiently for some good photos of him. A few eventually appeared, but this painting does not have a reference photo.
This pose came from a dream. In the dream, I could see them up on a ridge with the dark forest behind them, Picasso’s white hair glowing in the light. When I dream up a scene like that, I always try to paint it.