
Where does the story begin? On the walls of the cave. In the paintings of horses drawn on the walls of the Lascaux cave. First man, first horse and first art. The power that made me paint that horse there is now within me and at my fingertips. Every region has a narrator, always. I would like to tell you about the region where I have lived for many years and which I cannot give up, and how it makes you feel. The horses that the villager cannot feed are left to nature. Over time, they cease to be domesticated and adapt again to the living conditions of the wild.