Racehorse

Spirit of a racehorse fills my heart of power and optimistic.
Every step of their gallops was like rhythm of music.

What I love on a horseback riding

We can learn much thing on a horseback riding.
Every different horse that I rode brings much experience to me.
None of them were bad. They were my transportations to my missions.

Slamet

Dewi Setiani, my friend, lived in Semarang. She had a horse, his name was Slamet. Dewi lived at the mountain. She had sheep too. One day, The mother of the sheep had a trouble to born her child.
When it was born, the baby sheep drop on Dewi's legs. His mother didn't want to gave him her milk. Since then, Dewi gave him milk from the bottle.
Dewi, the Sheep and Slamet become best friend. They were always together.
The sheep hobby was hit people ass. It happened when Dewi play Benting, a Javanese game.
Dewi's house was far from the main street, she rode Slamet to goes down the hill.
Slamet had tetanus because of infection from horse shoe. He died by shoot at his head.

Cold Day

My house in Rumbai was full of AC. I ever imagined about a cold winter day. Horses were suffered in the snow. I was redrawing the picture, because the original one was gone. (The picture)

At Horse Racing Track

Horseback riding at a horse racing track is great! I ever rode it at National Horse Racing, Bukit Ambacang, Bukittinggi, West Sumatra and Pulomas, Jakarta.

My first horse riding

Riding a horse is a sweet dream. To be on the back of a horse is a wonderful experience for a horse lover. My early horse riding story was not begin in Rumbai, in my hometown, but began in Mega Mendung, West Java. Horses in Rumbai were already died before I can ride them. Her name was Alam, meant calm. She was a local horse breeding but the size not too small.

My Early drawing about horse

My original first horse drawing was gone. But I'll try to capture the image of my early drawing about horse. The body was not proportional, with long legs, round eyes, and funny looking mane and tail.