Story: We live on the edge, literally. And it isn't easy. We make our homes where others couldn't possibly survive. I guess that's why so many don't even believe we exist – they never see us just galloping through fields and jumping over fences the way that regular horses do. Well, they wouldn't. Because we tend to gallop across the sky and jump over clouds in a way regular horses can only do in their wildest, most fantastical dreams. Living on the edge kind of balances out that privilege. That's what my mum told me when I was very little. She told me we don't get warm stables to sleep in or pastures full of sweet grass to eat or owners who ride us and offer us carrots, but we get to be unicorns. At first I didn't understand it. I didn't think it was fair. But then I got it. We get to be magical, and to be that way, there are things we have no choice but to relinquish. If you're a bit special, you'll know what I mean. You'll know all about giving up ordinary stuff.
Media: Ink, watercolour and graphite pencil
Surface: Accademia Fabriano per Artisti acid-free paper (200gsm)
Size: A4 (8.27" x 11.69"; 21cm x 29.7cm)
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