Ghost Horses

I seem preoccupied with white these days, anticipating a snowy winter that has yet to come. The furtive freedom of Ghost Horses, loose and lost. Running across a treeless field of snow, inspires. 

Here is a painting that is spontaneous, light, and fleeting, like a cryptic piece of calligraphy….Leaving an ephemeral imprint….A sign to be deciphered and remembered.   

–STELIOS author of The Oculus