I’m as much of a city slicker as the rest of you. My hobbies include staying indoors whenever possible, complaining about traffic, and wishing I spoke more Spanish. Nevertheless, I think we can all agree that the horse is one of only three appropriate subjects for a painting, along with ships with sails and men holding up swords while staring off into the distance. In that vein, Beyond The Lines Gallery’s Horses Breaking Free show became the only place at Bergamot Station where you could find find authentic art.

Brittany Davis, owner of Beyond the Lines Gallery.

Brittany Davis, owner of Beyond the Lines Gallery. Behind her, from left to right: Carousel Horse, by Alyssa Rosales; Liberte, by Debbie Green; and You Are the Key to Freedom, by Marty Katon.

Brittany Davis was on hand, shown here lecturing a mob of neighsayers on the nobility and grace of the creatures on display here.

I really do like these equestrian paintings by Kasia Kaznocha.

Isn’t that magnificent? Sometimes I wish I were a horse; so strong, so free. My chestnut haunches glistening in the sun.

Roadapple, with artist Debbie Korbel.

Roadapple, with artist Debbie Korbel.

The works of Debbie Korbel, along with the artist herself, were a mane attraction in the gallery’s front room. Debbie has fashioned sculptures of horses out of all sorts of material she’s collected over the years.

Debbie Korbel: Smalltalk

Debbie Korbel: Smalltalk

“My first crush was a horse,” she confessed. We were looking at Smalltalk, a noble masterpiece wrought of wood, wire, rubber, steel, and bone. She finds objects with curves and natural shapes, and from there she can see how to fashion organic elements; the joints, the limbs, the sinews and hair.

Debbie Korbel standing by her work, Smalltalk.

Debbie Korbel standing by her work, Smalltalk.

Debbie was showing off some other sculptures, smaller and fashioned of pewter. “I’m jealous,” I said. “Artists play with metal all the time. You can’t find toys made out metal any more, except from your lot.”

I’ve spent a lot of time at galleries, museums, even garishly-painted walls, parsing over the finer nuances of color, contour, and all the elements of visual abstraction I can make out, and the whole time I wondered was I seeing truth and beauty? Was I seeing art? Beyond the Lines reminded me that we know what art is. It’s paintings of horses.

[Beyond the Lines]