Grace's Wild Horse Reunion and the Art of Sacha Phariss

November 14, 2022 Chilao
The domestic horses had tipped Grace and Skye off to the presence of the wild equines. The girls could tell that something was out there, and it wasn't something to be afraid of. They went as fast as their legs would carry them in the direction that the stabled horses were gazing and whinnying toward. Skye had never seen Grace move so quick or nimble over the rocks.

"That hat must give you super powers" Skye whispered. "I can barely keep up with you!"

"I'm going to spend the next week picking coat fuzz off of it" Grace whispered back. "But I have to stay in front of you this time."
"Why?"
"Just in case horses aren't color-blind. That's the reddest red sweater I've ever seen in my life."
Skye tried to giggle quietly.

The sun's light rolled out across the landscape.  Grace and Skye moved in and out of morning shadows, clamoring over boulders and scrambling up rock outcroppings.

When they paused for a moment, they could hear the muffled sound of hooves on rock.

Petrichor caught their scent.  The mares paused. They could also smell a human presence in the cool morning air.

Petrichor doubled back, leaving his herd on the other side of an escarpment, making his way down a short and narrow draw.

Grace was thrilled. And nervous. They would emerge at the bottom of that draw. And Petrichor would hold the higher ground.

And then there was another sound. One Grace never liked to hear around the wild horses. A helicopter. Flying directly toward them and then, directly overhead.
"It's okay" Skye whispered. "They aren't coming for the horses. It's not that kind of helicopter."
The helicopters made Skye uneasy too. Too many people talking about the horses...it could be bad. But Grace needed to stay focused on the stallion right now.

Grace took a deep breath, centered herself, and stepped forward, out from behind the shelter of the rock outcropping, into view.

The mares and their foals waited, restless but not afraid.

Petrichor paused. A second helicopter flew almost directly over them. Skye glanced up. "It's going to the fire station" she whispered. "I think it's a sky crane. Probably contractors for Edison."

The helicopter circled, then landed at the fire station.

Skye paused. Just in case the red sweater wasn't to Petrichor's liking.  And then, in a few bold strides, Petrichor was upon them.

Grace couldn't think of any words to say to the big feral stallion.

There was still a wall of stone separating them, but Grace was in a vulnerable position. Petrichor's  body language lacked aggression. He danced, but he did not strike. His ears moved in every direction. His breathing was deep but not loud; Grace took a deep breath and then exhaled, and he did the same to her, and they repeated this ritual several times, Petrichor knowing whatever a horse knows from the scent of another being, and Grace knowing the warm delight of his breath. She could feel its warm moisture as he reached his muzzle toward her hand.

And then he took a few steps back, and spun around, returning to his herd.

Petrichor and his band moved off, the bay mare in the lead.

Grace and Skye walked back to the ranch. Keeping up with Grace was easy now. The soil, having received both rain and snow, and freezing overnight where the surface still held moisture, read like a book. 
"Come to the indoor arena with me" Grace said after a long spell of blissful silence. 
"Okay" Skye replied, wondering what, if anything, could top the adventure they just had.

Inside the arena, Skye stood, speechless, in front of what might have been the most amazing equine art she had ever seen.

They were limited edition prints by the equine artist Sacha Phariss. Grace was saying something. Skye was having a hard time listening.

"I think this one might be my favorite" Grace said. "One of my favorites, anyway."

Grace kept talking. Skye did her best to listen. Something about twelve or fourteen prints, and having them on display for Models in the Mountains 2023, at the end of April, and hanging them being a challenge because linseed oil on wood paneling. 

Skye could not speak. 

And then she saw Little Spot. He was staring at a beautiful spotted horse as if seeing his own reflection for the first time. 
Skye giggled. "I know how you feel!"

We take a moment in the final two images to congratulate Skye on her first sale, the arabian mare Padronis, her 2022 NaMoPaiMo horse.  To find the amazing art of Sacha Phariss, visit https://www.pharisshorses.com