When I was little my parents got me a pony that I just loved. But she, on the other hand, was not too fond of me when we first met. She was very shy and wouldn't let me get too close to her. So I did what any rational ten year old girl would do: I stuffed my pockets full of apple slices and headed out to the pasture to make friends with her.

It took a few days of patiently following after her, but eventually she let me get closer and closer to her, and soon she was eating the apples out of my hand and following me around. We ended up being good friends.

This painting is not of my childhood pony. The pony in 'Diminutive' belongs to a Facebook friend and when I saw the photo I based this painting on it reminded me so much of my own pony that I knew I had to ask my friend if I could paint her. I can almost feel her warm breath in my palm and the sticky sweet apple slices in my pocket again.