Stella Daisy McCaig - Mountain Time

The idea of a labour of love is so intensely animate - the phrase in itself so comforting - so brightening - it’s just simply lovely. I'll build you a bench, sweep the porch stairs, lend you a vacuum, rub your head, draw you a salted bath, open a jar, help you write a resume, drive you to the airport, wrap you in a blanket, bring you a glass of water, mow the lawn, crush the cans so they fit in the recycling bin, fix your leaky shower.

I'll leave you a handwritten note saying I've left for work and won’t be back until dinner-time.

Surround by Horses/Mountain Time, is an expression of these feeling’s of unwavering affection. The image’s and objects all have a soft blur, as if they've been smudged by a wet brush, allowing for the eyes to glaze over the specificity of the subject matter, substituting an absoluteness, for an unknowable pleasure. The colours begin to seep into one another: turquoise, grey, white, and brown: murky like a sidewalk puddle. Then there's the sky, one that begins to define itself as one single piece, like an iceberg broken away from the rest of the world. The horses float to meet you, their muzzles loudly blowing out hot breath from their giant lungs. It’s hard to tell if any of this is permanent, or if it is just a frame in time.

A gentle tune, a soft hum. The stark black frame becomes the melody, the image the notes, and the bits and pieces the chorus. Sing with us (we love you - let us be your labour of love)