the pony in the field across the road
33×41, oil on canvas
Technically, it's not a pony, it's a small horse. You find high class made for running horses in Normandy. And small I-don't-care-just-give-the-apple-now horses in Brittany. Some people felt this painting was so bad they told me I should never show it to anyone. They kindly advised me to bury it in a deep dark well, or even to burn it at night with no witness. For what I understood, they found the drawing so clumsy and so corny, it would deem me as severely inappropriate to any artistic pretension for the centuries to come. "Yew" would be to the end the word associated with my work. I was a bit worried, because they were apparently speaking from a true concern. To me, it looks quite resembling to what I had in front of me that morning. This small breton horse was genuinely not giving a damn at all, since I had or was no apple. I don’t say the painting is good : I say it’s somewhat connected to the reality I perceived. Quite frankly, I was even a bit proud. So maybe I am severely inappropriate to any artistic pretension for the centuries to come. Should I be worried about that ? Am I in trouble ? I mean : legally ? Or by a medical condition I'm unaware of ?