A friend sent me this precious gift this week, it is a sketch of a New York Carriage Horse driver in a beautiful old gold-trimmed wooden frame. It is unsigned. Her late husband bought it on a business trip to New York some years ago, before he  became ill. The carriage horses have touched so many people in so many different ways.

She and her husband returned to New York some years ago after adopting their daughter there. The first thing they did was to take a carriage ride in Central Park, which they loved. A year later her husband bought this graceful sketch from an art dealer.
“He loved the little piece because of the memory of the first carriage ride with his family. Jon, would you do me the honor of rehoming it in your office?”

It seems, she wrote, “that many years ago another creative soul like yourself took a loving interest in the carriage horses and their drivers.” The sketch seems quite old, I can’t say how old.

The sketch and the message moved me deeply, I am  honored to re-home this work and hang it in my office. The horses mean so much to so many people, and they mean a great deal to me. What a gift to be able to look up at my desk and see it. How humbling to be thought of in this way.

Thanks, good friend, it is up on the wall and will stay there, in the light and in honor of love and connection.