That is Priceless by Steve Melcher for July 10, 2012

Talk about beating a…

I paid 10 lira for this nag!

IO sono molto, molto, molto brutto giorno !Non potrò mai comprare un altro dannato cavallo su e-Bay ancora !

Like the new avatar.

The day Dobbin diedWe were down in a ditchAt the rate I pull ploughs,I just can’t see me rich.

The vet wasn’t coming,His horse had died too.So I guess I’m just stuck here’Til the tractor comes true.

When life gives you dead horses, make glue…

he’s not dead, he’s just resting

Waiting for AAA is surprisingly like “Waiting for Godot”.

He’s been thru the desert on that horse with no name.

The horse is OK, he’s just listening for the Indians pursuing them. (Rider went deaf from overuse of I-Pod).

He’s not dead, he’s just pining for the fiords.

He’s horse from yelling for help.

Click-to-enlarge image available from here or from the only work by this artist to, so far, appear in Mr. Melcher’s blog.Farmer with Broken Down Horse is privately owned, as far as I can tell, as part of the Taragoni Collection in Genoa, Italy. I could find no other information about it, or the collection, just references to how important a collection it is. Perhaps someone, who actually knows something about art, knows about the collection, since others only seem to have to reference it rather than describe it. I guess my frustration is showing. This different coloration image has a different title. This has a shorter title. The artist’s Wikipedia page (doesn’t mention Taragoni or Genoa) and collection (more under Subcategories).I like the farmer’s raised eyebrows (implying a total feeling of disgust, sort of mine at the moment). I wonder who he’s looking at.

Shouldn’t he be waiting for the IHA, not the AAA?

I would imagine this is of the genre of those depression era paintings done by public subsidy. I remember seeing many of slum buildings in the inner city. He is trying to work the horse but can’t afford to feed it.

You can lead a horse to water but not when the creek’s dry.

third world beasts of burden are worked to death. literary…

My first thought was western USA during the depression. Maybe the artist was traveling overseas during that time. My comment is pretty much the same as DAZZ’s….USA in the ’30’s.

Today my battery died… had to call AAA!

Aren’t you glad to call AAA instead of your car-diologist?

this picture is sad almost beyond words. They may have been walking a long ways to get to that dried up gully and found only sand and dried up mud. Poor horse must have been so thirsty. and probably the only horse he had. He looks completely forlorn, rain coming, but too late.

Triple-A! HA!!! At least his cell phone worked all the way out there in the boonies. He must have a great network.

Here is another work by this artist.