I was 6 months old when my father set me on the back of Morci for the very first time. My earliest experience is how our heart beats synchronized, how I became one with this powerful, huge, yet gentle being. When I was 6 years old, I was already riding him alone. I have tiny memories: the crack of a branch, boars in the bushes, Morci stops, I calm him down with a few touches, and here we go again. Or when after that gallop in the February cold I took of the saddle, his body was steaming, and we felt the flow and power of life. Other times everyday life makes me exhausted and depressed: it can be seen that Morci feels the same way as well, his movements are broken, fragmented, and there is no harmony in him. Then I scratch his ears, I hug his neck, he loves that so much, and I smile again, I feel the flow again.
This is the point. The horse is a mirror: we see ourselves in him. The horse is a partner: he pays attention to us, he communicates with us. The horse with its closeness can bring back something so vulnerable, so easy to loose: our very selves.
With my work I would like to give people experiences of self knowledge. The coexistence with a horse – this ancient experience – can help us to get closer to ourselves, can make us appreciate what we have, or even to long for what with own.