Kim McElroy

Mystico Part 3, October 2002 ~ Quicksand

Read Part 2 of Mystico’s Story here I saw Mystico off to my friend Cora’s home in Tennessee, and I flew home to Washington State. I called and checked in with Cora every couple of days and she said he was settling in just fine, he was being a good horse, and all was well at her barn with her other horses. All seemed to be going fine, except that the horse hauling company I had hired now said it wa ...[Read More]

A Father’s Day Tribute to my Dad ~ The Flight of the Pheasant

“A child looks up at the stars and wonders. Great fathers put a child on his shoulders and helps them to grab a star.” – Reed Markham Dear Dad, Thank you for helping me to discover who I was in so many ways. Thank you for patiently showing me the ways around challenges, and for taking the brunt of my moods when my expectations surpassed my abilities. You taught me to keep a light ...[Read More]

Mystico Part 2, September 2002 ~ This is Just the Beginning

  Read Part 1 of Mystico’s Story here Once I had decided to purchase Mystico, I was anxious that it all happen quickly as I wasn’t able to ascertain the mood of his owner. She finally returned to my booth and I told her I had decided to purchase him. She nodded perfunctorily, and suggested we go to the auctioneer to make payment arrangements. As we walked to the auction office I was in ...[Read More]

Mystico Part 1 September 2002 ~ The Sound of Geese ~

When I have important decisions to make, or I am about to experience a profound change, I will often receive signs that tell me to pay attention.  Sometimes I welcome these signs, if I need encouragement and the path is one I am undertaking willingly.  Other times, if the signs tell me of a direction that I anticipate is going to be difficult, I have to trust that there is a deeper reason than I c ...[Read More]

The Wind Beneath My Wings ~ A Tribute to my Mother, Kay McElroy

My mother, Kay was born Florence Elizabeth Phillips in 1922 to her mother Martha Vaughn who was a light opera singer, and her father Nathan Phillips who was a playwright. Her mother wanted to continue her career so she sent little Florence to California to be raised by her grandmother. Though mom had a beautiful voice, and even sang in a Rumba band professionally when she was 17, the absence of he ...[Read More]

A Helping Hand

In 1986, after graduating from Northwest College of Art, I was anxious to see what possibilities my new artistic style in painting horses had in store for me. I wanted to sell my art, so my first step was to contact some gallery owners in Seattle to see if they would show my work. Some galleries didn’t think my work was suitable, but then I was accepted at Legends Gallery which had a beautiful sel ...[Read More]

A Style All Its Own

In 1986, during the spring break of my second year of art college, my mother and I drove down to Arroyo Grande, Calif. to visit our friend, Geska, and her daughter, Debbie. They lived with their three Arabian horses on a bluff overlooking the distant Pacific Ocean. As a child, I always loved to visit Geska and Debbie as they were the only people in my parent’s circle of friends who had horses. You ...[Read More]

Principles of Art – Part 2

CƐzanne once said that it was the artist’s task to become concentric with nature. When I paint horses, I try to become the horse. I feel what its like to have the sun on my coat and the wind in my mane, I feel the strength of four powerful legs and what its like to move my ears. In my painting titled “Being”, I vividly remember the experience of being that horse, running through the misty morning ...[Read More]

Principles of Art – Part 1

“To love the plain, homely, common, simple things of earth, of these to sing; to make the familiar beautiful and the commonplace enchanting;” ~ Elbert Hubbard   When I created the painting of “Beholder” I began thinking that I might start to include wildlife art in some of my inspirations.  I was commissioned to create this art as a cover of a documentary about Falconry in Saudi Arabia.  At t ...[Read More]

Back to the Future

We are always seeking to capture the elusive element of time. We experience an important moment, and want to capture it – so we take a photograph to freeze that moment in order to relive it, time and time again. Yet by the very act of trying to capture it, we make it more elusive. For the moment itself will never exist again. We can but view a reflection of it, in order to trigger our minds to rec ...[Read More]