Muses come in all forms. Pony Eyes is inspired by my surroundings, curiosity and spiralling visions spawned in times of freedom, delirium and anxiety. 

I didn’t know what to call this until I stared into the eyes of a 3-foot-tall therapy pony. His eyes told me he had absorbed intense emotions, pain and joy during his time as a therapist to humans. It was hard to walk away without thinking to myself, wow, that pony has seen some shit. 

I immediately resonated with that look in his eyes, and from then on, he became my muse. Mozart touched so many lives and made people happy. 

I hope to do the same with my art.  

As a dear friend once told me: The eyes chico, they never lie.