West London’s shiniest manes swished around the gallery admiring the paintings and Fred Gordons charming sculptures. While Fred’s bronze Otters tumbled and swam and his little Barn swallow kept a beady eye on proceedings, Sophie’s strings of thoroughbreds frisked and bowled across the canvases, oil sketches on mono-colour backdrops.
Hints of lean muscle or a toss of the mane caught in the morning light on the gallops are typical of the movement in the paintings, told with highlights from loose, light brush strokes.
Delicate colour studies on more muted backgrounds are just as charming and all clearly come from the eye of someone who knows, and loves her horses.
