Rubberduckriders

The image of a man riding a horse is a paradigm of power. The first war machine, dominion and fear. The untamed panic that keeps the mind busy with terrifying images of the pale rider, the four hoursemen of Apocalypse or all sort of representations in which fear is the most expert rider. There is always something terrifying in the riders; they are mighty, they are strong, they are proud, they are ruthless. They are the fighters, the heralds of battles, the rulers, the bearers of the "grandeur", the builders of empires.

But if we change the animal, what happens? Maybe the camel or the elephant keep some of the horse features as war machines but they are far from the historical image of the horseman. And how different are the images of Jesus of Nazareth entering Jerusalem or Sancho Panza following his crazy master, both donkey riders...

So I decided to change completely the perspective on famous riders because I think if men ride a rubberduck, things will be different. There will be less wars, less pride and less fear. There will be more fun, more laughs and less tears.

That is a rubberduckrider, a herald of smiles, a bearer of fun, a builder of fancy ideas.