This image has tremendous graphic power. The massive curve of the horse's neck and head play against the geometry of the barn door and the darkness beyond, while the white trim with the name "Fred" attached to it pulls the eye right into the horse. But the thing that is most arresting her is the interplay of contrasts and colors. The smooth silky brown skin of the horse is so tactile -- you yearn to reach out and stroke him. Yet the rotting gray lining of the barn door is the very opposite. Nobody would ever think of stroking that. It is even hard to look at. I find this image so fascinating that it is hard to tear my eye away from it. And what about Fred? He could care less. And that, to me, anyway, is the point of this image.
