Snoopy was born in our barn. He was a little bay Appaloosa with four white socks, a stripe down his Arab like face and a frosting of white on his rump. Each year that passed he graced us with a new color. For me, only being a small child with dreams of being an artist some day, found so many different colors in Snoopy. Not only was there color in his coat, but, in his personality as well. He loved people and mostly he loved my dad. I rode him during my younger years. I painted him so many times, with that up right head held high and the little lift, hippity-hop, trot that showed his joy. He always offered a nicker when any of us entered the barn. Snoopy was and still is my muse. To paint him is to paint, the emotions that he spoke to humans, without a word. Like a painting, no words were needed. He passed away, an untimely death, a death that left us with questions and sorrow. For nearly twenty years I could not paint his portrait again and almost gave up painting horses all together. But through the Equine Art Guild I have found my muse again. I have painted this portrait of Snoopy to honor my muse for the gift he has given to me, the gift to portray the emotion between humans and the horse in paintings.
Snooper's Raindrop, my muse by Debbie Flood 12 x 10 watercolor NFS
