Inspiration from a Friend

A common topic among artists is, “Where do you find inspiration?”

Often when an audience can’t comprehend where your ideas come from they ask this question. As an artist having a dry spell where you find it difficult to write or draw or dance,  you ask this question.

Yesterday I was reading a new blog by one of my friends, Sarah Hanberry Baker. One of my dearest friends. Memories of our riding horses and just being free spirits are always close to the surface in my memory bank. We connected in middle school in New Orleans. We attended Metairie Park Country Day the laboratory that created artists, writers and brains of all dimensions and leanings. You can find the alumni in every industry and art (and

Sarah Hanberry Baker
Sarah Hanberry Baker

Back to my point, Sarah’s new blog is about writing. She has been published many times and has found great success in different genres. To get some insight into the writer’s world I encourage you to check it out:

Dad at the farm in 1967
Dad at the farm in 1967

When Sarah and I would ride horses, whether is was at her Grandmother’s place in Vinton, LA or my parents’ farm in Folsom, LA, we would ride bareback, hell-for-leather.

Over fields.

Down dirt roads.

Laughing and talking.

We wished we were cowgirls in the wild west.

And wished we had Marlboro Man boyfriends.

Flannel shirted Me in 1975 at the farm.
Flannel shirted Me in 1975 at the farm.

If I wasn’t riding Thunder my dear Pinto, I was riding Misty, the big white horse.

Misty oil, 18" x 24" copyright ECR 2013
oil, 18″ x 24″
copyright ECR 2013

So where is inspiration fitting into all of this? Sarah responded to an email I had sent with words that inspired me. Her encouragement got me to the computer to my blog and now as I finish this post to the easel to paint.

Thank you friend!

9 thoughts on “Inspiration from a Friend

  1. Great post – and a reminder that time really isn’t just linear, is it? A special friend and connection, and I look forward to checking out Sarah’s blog. The white horse I used to ride (as a tentative grown-up, not a free-wheeling free spirit like you gals) was named Mindy – your gorgeous painting reminds me of her. Thanks for sharing!

    1. A friend forever comes to mind when I read your comment Robyn. Our history isn’t linear as it twirls and climbs through our everyday and future. It does form who we are doesn’t it?

  2. I can see your inspiration take shape in “Misty”–the subtle shading in the horse and the young woman recall the subtle shades with which we color our memories. Very lovely.

  3. Thank YOU, my friend! I, too, cherish those memories. (You may find a few familiar scenes in some of my books.) Hugs, and keep up the beautiful work!

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