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.
