Horses by Marita Parisi

Horses

"When I best ride him I soar,
I am a hawk. He trots the
air; the earth sings when he
touches it; the basest horn
of his hoof is more musical
than the pipe of Hermes."
Henry V. Shakespeare

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Though the horse can be trained and disciplined there still remains a primitive instinct and desire for freedom. Man has not extinguished that essential spark in the horse despite the long association he has had with it. It is that spark that has always touched Parisi's imagination.
An early infatuation with horses has stayed with her. It was natural to extend this to paper when she discovered she could draw.
Pencil clearly exhibits a horse's beauty unmasked by color. The pencil with its small sharp tip naturally lends itself to detail. The degrees of black, gray and white define every detail of Marita's subjects, from the carefully groomed strands of hair, the pulsating muscles of these powerful and majestic animals to the rider's facial features and wrinkled blue jeans and chaps. Pencil gives horses an almost sculptural effect capturing their unique conformation and individual personalities.
It is the power, dignity and heroic energy of the horse that captures Marita's heart.

It is the warrior spirit that touches her soul.

"Where in this wide world can
man find nobility without pride,
friendship without envy or
beauty without vanity? Here,
where grace is laced with muscle,
and strength by gentleness confined.
He serves without servility; he
has fought without enmity. There
is nothing so powerful, nothing
less violent; there is nothing
so quick, nothing more patient."

Ronald Duncan

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