Evie stands close to Mary, her arm resting against the horse’s neck in a gesture that feels instinctive rather than posed. Mary lowers her head slightly, meeting the contact without tension, as though accustomed to this kind of closeness. There is trust here — calm, unspoken, and shaped over time.
The trees frame them loosely, light filtering through the leaves and settling across coat, dress, and ground alike. Nothing is hurried. The moment holds because neither asks anything of the other. They simply stand together, attentive and still.
This is not a portrait of ownership or control, but of companionship — a quiet exchange between child and horse, where comfort moves both ways and the world briefly slows around them.
Medium: Oil on Canvas
Frame: No
Dimension (cm): 50 × 40
Edge: No
Stretcher: Fat
Evie stands close to Mary, her arm resting against the horse’s neck in a gesture that feels instinctive rather than posed. Mary lowers her head slightly, meeting the contact without tension, as though accustomed to this kind of closeness. There is trust here — calm, unspoken, and shaped over time.
The trees frame them loosely, light filtering through the leaves and settling across coat, dress, and ground alike. Nothing is hurried. The moment holds because neither asks anything of the other. They simply stand together, attentive and still.
This is not a portrait of ownership or control, but of companionship — a quiet exchange between child and horse, where comfort moves both ways and the world briefly slows around them.
Medium: Oil on Canvas
Frame: No
Dimension (cm): 50 × 40
Edge: No
Stretcher: Fat
