Ink and watercolour on cold-pressed watercolour paper. 210 x 297 mm ( 8.27 x 11.69 in), 2019.
I used to go horse riding a lot. I never owned a horse though, and most of the time where I went to ride the place wasn't posh at all. That was perfect for me of course, I was the kind of rider who didn't spend a fortune on proper riding apparel, I was the "don't throw that out, it will be good for riding!" kind. And the equipment of the horses for paid classes usually reflected the same, it had the laid-back attitude of casual horse riding.
However, once life took me to a place that was quite the opposite. I appeared in my second-chance shoes and fatally ruined shirt that I thought would be ok for riding (if you had tried that you know if you do all the work with the horses you'll smell just like them at the end). And everyone else was wearing beautiful jackets and shiny boots, and even the horses were dressed up!
Even though that this didn't make me feel I belong, I was amazed by the elegance of everything. It was a different world, but a wonderful one. And when I look at the Champion, it brings me back these memories of the amazing beasts in full gear I saw on that day.
Reference photo I used can be found here.