Original artwork description:

When my mare Dea left me, I often saw and painted images of a golden horse accompanied by one or several white birds. These were images of Dea and someone unfamiliar to me at that time.
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I first saw Sonata a year after parting with Dea. She was four months old, and I didn't even notice the golden foal with a big star among the crowd of other golden horses. But later, the thought crossed my mind that perhaps someday, a few years later, I would come to this place for a golden filly. The thought seemed strange and unrealistic, and I quickly forgot about it, considering it unnecessary.
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Our next meeting with Sonata was last year in September, and again, I didn't pay attention to the light golden filly with a big star and a beautiful dark mane, although I took pictures of her.
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At the end of November, I had to painfully come to terms with the realization that I had to let go of The One, my dream horse. Trying to navigate through this state, I asked the Universe to bring to me the horse that would be ready to enter my life right now. Because being without a horse nearby had become unbearably empty.
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I saw the image of an elegant golden mare with a slender head and a big star. There was such an incredible connection with her, as if filling me entirely. I hadn't liked stars that much before, considering them too big. But this connection! This delightful feeling of unity with the horse was enchanting.
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And a week later, Sonata arrived. Golden, with that big star and a connection that filled me like liquid golden light, spreading through the frozen, darkened-by-pain body. It was our first conversation, where she replied that she came at my call.
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When I started working on this portrait, I couldn't understand why Sonata seemed so shy in it. Why, at times, Dea seemed to be peeking through. And why a white bird, so often manifested in other works, came into this portrait.
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But when I finished the portrait, I realized that it was Sonata who heard my call a year ago. Although perhaps I called her when the thought crossed my mind four years ago that I would come to that place for a golden mare someday.
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Sonata is not Dea returned. Although for a while, I was sure it was her. But we discussed it, and Dea will come later. And now, the Universe brought Sonata to me, peering timidly into my world from this painting.
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"Sonata"
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Materials: cardboard, acrylic, pastel, ink, markers
Size: 27x27

Materials used:

ink, acrylics, pastel, markers, cardboard

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