Through the mystics of tomorrow!

Reading a copy of Southwestern Art magazine, that was lurking around somebody else’s space, set me to doing this dready … 

my father, at one stage in his life, oddly for a Jamaican I thought, loved western/cowboy art … but then I suppose it befitted that place and that time in which he loved it … 

And I spent a lot of time on horses growing up and some of that time included ropes and spurs and cows … some of it included sheep and motorcycles, but that’s for another image and I haven’t gotten to it yet … 
There might be another point to this and it’s that evolution that I spoke about before where dready moved from being about tourists and rum to being about other things…

but this one’s mostly about horses and riding; I ride and I suppose because I do dready must ride as well, nuh?
Go deh dready go deh!
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