i made this wall sculpture while reading "the tao of equus: a woman's journey of healing and transformation through the way of the horse" by linda kohanov. it was around this time that i got obsessed with knowing all about that sliver of a girlhood moment, before adolescence and after childhood, when radical physical independence is often aligned with equine relationships. CORRAL, though i myself am somewhat perplexed by it's introduction into my life, is essentially an entire horse corral containing the horses themselves, suggesting that the cultivated or constructed horse environment is both a form of embodiment and entrapment. it's made out of stuffed painted and sewn canvas and dyed rope, sewn to a clear, soft plastic shape. included in the herd is a chestnut mare with a blaze (bottom), a bay thoroughbred mare (middle) and an arabian colt (top) i found this piece in my storage recently, looked at the horses and felt terrible for squishing them into a box when i know that they need more love than i'm giving them. i am hoping there's a girl out there, in her sliver moment, who would like the opportunity to board, groom, showcase, and most especially, love CORRAL.