Since I was 5, my mom encouraged my sisters and I to dedicate a lot time to riding. When I think of my childhood, I directly think of the amount of time I spent practicing with my horses in this special arena where I would over and over again jump until achieving a “perfect” pass. The riding arena is where I would spend at least 3 hours per day jumping; I used to drive for one hour and a half just to practice. Riding my horses was even more important than my studies for me; I would rather ride my horses than study for an exam.
This place not only taught me how to ride, but also taught me some values in life; riding a horse has a whole education hidden behind it. I consider this place as my roots because it helped me grow up and be who I am today.
My riding club; An isolated place in Lebanon, far from everything, and specially far from chaos. The reason why I represent The arena without any fence isn’t random; being on a horse means being free for me. The jumps are as horseshoes because the horse cannot jump if he doesn’t have them on. The colours and shape of the jumps are not random too; I drew the shape of the horseshoes and was inspired when I painted them by the real colours of the jumps.
My childhood place is the riding arena; I decided to represent the everyday movement that my horse and I trace when we jump.
Process:
-I first drilled the wooden board and traced a “pacours” (meaning track in French).
-Then, I represented the movement of my horse with some wires and started to trace my track.
-I added the mud that I brought from Les Jardins des Tuileries to create the arena.
-I first tried to do the horseshoes made of clay, but they were too fragile and kept breaking when I tried to pass the wire in them.
so I laser cutter 13 wooden horseshoes that I drew on illustrator, and then painted them.
-I represented my horse as a free running horse that I made of black wires.
-For my final touch, I added the roots by connecting them to the wires that creates the movement of the horse. this shows that riding my horse is really what built my roots.
the roots:
my horse made of wire:
final Piece :
some pictures of me on my horse:
