No.52 · 6.05
Running through the chaos for you
A little horse that doesn't quite look like a horse — running through the moments too hard to name.
When it was a little horse
I wasn't really trying to draw a horse.
It was more like drawing a state of being: a sheet of paper, a pen, a little horse that doesn't quite look real.
It can be imperfect, even clumsy — but it keeps its own rhythm, and it will run a while for you.
Run, little horse, run.
From drawing to object
Later I made it into cards, stickers, washi tape and everyday things.
Not to make it more of a product, but to let the little horse run off the page: into book pages, into a bag, into the corners of a notebook — and through those restless moments too hard to name.
Maybe the most tender thing about a drawing isn't what it finishes, but what it is willing to go through with you.
