On the count of four,acrylic on canvas. First came the childhood filled with colors, then came adulthood that blended with malice, then came manhood praiseworthy and wise, and then it went gray when black mix with white.
The Windrunner,oil on canvas. My mane so royal through which rustles the wind, and my hoofs so mighty they tremble the ground. And without wings I ride the swishing air.