There was something carefree about zebras, something wonderfully comical about the way they trotted away, tails flicking, as if they knew they were the stars of the show.
The painting was more than just a collection of stripes—it was movement, humor, and lighthearted charm.
Art isn’t just about capturing beauty. It Is about evoking emotion. And if the zebra butts make someone smile, then I had done my job.