Art Does It Podcast

35 years ago at the Saratoga training track, I dragged a blue tarp puffed with horse apples.Calloused hands, impish grin, Bowie hair and aire. My first husband appeared, offering to help.Later,he pulled the plaster casting of the sculpture “A Fallen Tear” out from inside his biker jacket.I slid my skeleton horse drawing out from a paper bag.We exchanged our art treasures, hoping the other would "get it".His line cut sensual.(wetting the oil clay with a brush. Smoothing.)My ink weaved.Our art