A place you dream about...

This is a commissioned work for a friend in Montana, from a friend in Washington. I decided to paint two things that don't exist in any meaningful numbers anymore: a buffalo wolf and the wilderness prairie of the Black Hills. That's a place I only see in my dreams. 

Lewis and Clark wrote that those wolves accompanied the great herds of bison, like shadows on the Great Plains. It was a great sea of grass, terrifying in its size, and many people got turned around and swallowed up in it. Some resorted to traveling by night, guided by the stars, as if they were on a ship. Can you imagine? 

Enjoy - and see if you can feel that non-stop wind blowing.

I am fascinated by Indian ledger art, and the tragedies that caused their invention. I have ventured into my own version of it using diaries and reports accumulated by my husband who helped with the reintroduction of wolves into Yellowstone and Idaho back in the 1990s, a topic of tragedy and hope all its own. These and others are for sale on eBay if you are interested. Even better, go read about the prisoners at Ft. Marion in Florida at the end of the Indian Wars. Our country has a hidden history that is not taught in schools. Thanks for looking.