My inner child is my wylde free spirit – she holds my art and almost all of my non-linear creativity.  I piss her off or ignore her at my own peril.

This is for her – because ever since she could pick up a pencil and draw, she has drawn her kin:  horses.  She is a mustang: mane tangled, running-toned muscles, independent and free.  Love you, Sweetie!