The horse decides one day that he is done being Mankind’s unit measure of power, his war horse, transport, and working his fields.

He thinks, “Have I not pulled enough wagons? Mankind doesn’t need me anymore, and I’m just a pet to him, like a cat or dog”.

So, He goes off to the river, finds a giant lotus flower to float upon, and, practicing austerities and Yoga, begins to cultivate his Buddha-Nature on his own.

The best start for any sculpture begins with a sketch on a coffee shop napkin. If you can get it down quickly, in the space of one cup of coffee, with a felt or ballpoint pen on fragile raggy paper, then you have a core idea which you can try to develop into something. Has to be this way: Reduce to the barest and worst  materials possible. That’s how you know you have a basic image worth continuing with.

The best start for any sculpture begins with a story… (lately this is happening to me)