Can’t live without them, can’t afford them. I said I would always have a horse. When I was too old to ride I would have a driving pony. That was over thirty years ago and I do not have a pony. When I lived in the big apple I would love to go to the corner of central park where all the carriage horses parked and breath deeply just for the smell of horses. They have come back into my life of late because my daughterinlaw has a lovely horse. Sometimes I go with her out to the stables where she boards to be around them again. Lately actually having a pony has started creeping into my thoughts again. I don’t want to ride or drive them I just want them close by, I want to feed them carrots and apples. What is it about horses. That however will not be happening. On my income I can pay for my dog and cat and that is the limit. The result of all this is that I am of course making a ceramic horse. He is a working horse, kind of old and tired. He reminds me a lot of the carriage horses in New York, not a life you would wish for any equine, ears back always listening for the next work order or ambulance, fire truck or road rage driver. Hard, loud and dirty with no green pastures. I guess this is an ode to the horse in the concrete jungle.