Gentle Love

I LOVE horses, always have. When I painted this painting it was with the vision of an Asian woman, walking through a field of bamboo to find her horse who had wandered away.

Its rope had become tangled within the bamboo and the girl worked very gently to free her companion.

I remember all my life I dreamed of someone who would stop at nothing to find me, no matter where I had wandered, no matter how lost I had become in the night.

I longed for someone who would notice if I had gone and search through the hills and valleys of my mind to find me once again.

For many years I wrestled with dark depression, and the greatest gift to me was the individual who saw through my dark layer and reached in, pulling the real Stephanie out to the light.

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