“But for the stray brown on his muzzle and above his eyes, and for the splash of white hair that ran midmost down his chest, he might well have been mistaken for a gigantic wolf, larger than the largest of the breed. From his St. Bernard father he had inherited size and weight, but it was his shepherd mother who had given shape to that size and weight.”

                        The Call of the Wild,  Jack London 1903

Artist Statement

I always appreciated London as a working class writer – like Steinbeck or Twain.  Someone that was an adventurer and just had to write about the experiences.  Certainly his narrator comes across this way.  And this, the ultimate adventure novel with the main character being a dog.  But a dog that encompasses love, fear, revenge, respect.  How cool is that?  I had to paint Buck – but in a kind of muddled breed type of way.  Part dog, part wolf.  The descriptions of the wonder dog seem to change as he changes throughout this story.  Changes that are necessary for his survival.  Loved the running scenes.  I’ve been an avid runner for the past 45 years.  One of the few constants in my life.  I’m a trail runner now – after 5 knee surgeries- with my dog Kenya.  We have days that if feels like we are flying through the woods like Buck.  Well, at least moments, and at least in our minds.  So the wolf-dog.  Maybe a great devoted pet.  Maybe not.      June 2014


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