Till today, horses have always been present in the “field” of my paintings. At first, the horses would stride the pasture in their own natural patterns; Yet later on, this field would become the field of my life, a space with it’s own geographical coordinates, language, passion and regrets. The field would become more clamoured and turbulent as the days went by… 

This time I gave my horses the chance to rebel or adjust themselves to the current rules of the field. One strives to be the fastest the same way its ancestors did and another blindly continues to stick with its traditional patient stride. How long will this repetition continue? Is there a meaning to it all? Will there be ascension? Is there creativity involved? Could repetition and creation become one? When did it all begin, and is all else an illusion?

Written by: Samira Nowparast 2013