Racing For Joy; 2018; 15″ x 20″; mixed media: watercolor, ink, pastel, charcoal, acrylic

That moment when you run… not because someone told you to, not for any tangible benefit, not to prove anything to anyone (not even yourself). But simply for the sheer joy of surging through the grass, under the sky, alive in this moment. When every cell of your being trembles with the present. When you are simply who you are made to be, doing what you are made to do…

Once my retired greyhound racer ran for the entertainment and the financial loss and gain of humans. He ran when the gun cracked, for as long as the track lasted. He shot out and ground to a halt when they told him he could.

During a race, mid-stride, his fiery orange eyes and flaming spirit flared beyond where his body was able to follow; and his…