I love being alone with your painting, sitting and deeply responding to your back and forth moves. When I spend time looking at your work I forget my dislike of the market driven contemporary trends. Your Jackson Pollock sky and your rearing horse are essential forces and spirits. Your works are tangible testimonials to your being, to your intellect. Your works nourish me. They too are fossils of history. They too are musical nuances, moving pulses. Rearing Horse makes me give thanks–for my own body of paintings as well as for those by artists I love and respect whether I know them personally or not. Your expressionism and your regard for the natural world challenges the bourgeois and the tired.
Let the visceral shine. Let color speak. Let figures be abstracted. Let horses rear. Let painting be abstract. Let the spiritual artwork dominate. Thank you, William Hawkins!