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100 Day Project Day 67

I started the day feeling excited about getting stuck into my new painting, but then the socials had me glued to footage of the escaped horses from the Household Cavalry running about London, with the grey (white) one covered in blood.

The fact the clock at Westminster (Elizabeth Tower, Big Ben is the bell), STOPPED half an hour later, was giving End of Times vibes, frankly. And the social feeds just kept giving the same four videos of the bloody grey horse and it’s black, and not obviously bloodied, pal panic galloping through traffic.

I was not OK.

Before I go any further, I just have to share a FACT. This FACT may cause trouble within this household this evening, but since I have actually written and academic essay about Pugin’s architecture, I’m going to sit on my high horse on this one – St Stephen’s Tower is positioned in the middle of the west front of the palace, between Westminster Hall and Old Palace Yard, and houses the public entrance to the palace. St Stephen’s Tower has no clock, or bell.

This last paragraph is kind of an in joke, and bears little relevance to this blog, I just had to put it in here.

Anyway, I was not OK.

For some reason Facebook serves me a constant stream of reels of Household Cavalry horses and riders, mostly the ones guarding the gates. I have no idea why Facebook decided to start serving me up these reels, given that my only interest in the monarchy is either apprasing it as a patriarchal, colonial, oppressive… you get the picture, or wishing for its dissolution.

However, the horses. Well, I could watch horse reels from here to kingdom come, and once Facebook figured that out, they just keep serving them to my feed.

So, I have developed a soft spot for the Horseguards Cavalry horses, and I have a longtime soft spot for horses in general, so seeing those horses running about London was VERY STRESSFUL. Even though I am 450 miles away.

Also, as a person who once sat alone for a very long time with a pony with a sliced artery, and a couple of teatowels, while everyone alse “went to get the vet”, I was reliving a bit of trauma, I suspect.

The horses have since been caught, but I do not know if they are all OK, and this will bother me.

Anyway, I was just read a thing about blogging and tagging and relevant tags, and all of that, and now I’m going to write the Actual Blog For Today, which is not about hurt horsies, or the apocalypse, or clock towers that aren’t called St Stephen’s Tower (snigger) and so this blog has absolutely no chance of meeting any sort of tagging standards.

I painted toady, and I had a lot of fun painting. Here’s where I got to:

I am enjoying this portait so much. I just love it. It’s such a lovely feeling when you get a piece that is just doing what you want it to do. I mean I know I’m the one who chose the reference, and the colour palette, and I’m the one doing the painting, but sometimes translating the idea seems easier than other times, so I am savouring this feeling.

Mon the horsies,

Suzanne