Claire Begheyn, My life is Art

I will tell you some stories about animals. The suffering is not as essential as the love for the creatures and my amazement about their behavior, habitat, and relationship or not, with human beings.
I was visiting the Affordable Art Fair in New York. The horse came with his carriage from Central Park. He was very happy to be freed. It was the end of the day and the light was beautiful. He went to a stable for the night, probably with other horses. He was very wet under his blanket.
The triptych was my cat Dinkey Toy. He always wanted to go on the street in Amsterdam and was run over when he was two. Although his life was short, it was a very good one. It was simply impossible to keep him inside.
The dog’s face was on a boat from Italy to Sicily. He was the perfect model.
And then the animals I encountered when travelling. In Surinam there were many dogs lying dead on the side of the street. I asked somebody why nobody took care of these dead creatures. I got astonished looks when I asked that: they would disappear because nature would take care of them, we don’t have to do that.