He steps from the dark shadows, antlers crowned in silver moonlight, breath rising in clouds that vanish into the hush of night. The earth holds still around him, as if listening - listening to the deep, ancient song swelling in his chest. With one powerful stride, he lifts his head and calls out across the unseen valley, a haunting sound born not only of instinct, but memory. It is the call of a warrior, a challenger, a soul tethered to the wild pulse of the mountains. Somewhere out there, another answers; faint, distant, and resolute. But in this moment, beneath a canopy of stars and silence, he stands alone and unshaken, the living echo of everything untamed and eternal.
24" x 36" charcoal and acrylic on cradled wood panel.
The 2" cradle is painted in black and the entire piece is varnished. No frame needed.