Laying With Wolves Original Painting

Original Painting
120 x 80 cm
Oil and Charcaol on Wood 
Natural Pine Frame
 
As a girl, I used to have a recurring dream that wolves would surround my house, and I could not escape. A pack lived on the mountain behind us; I would often hear them howl into the endless nights of the Canadian winter. The terrifying sound chilled deeper than the wind or snow.

Now, the sound fills me with joy and a sense of wildness. When I feel lonely living far away, I think of those wolves, throw my head back and smile, remembering home.