I can feel it's call, red and primal. Urging. Beckoning. Freeing me. I can feel it in the wind on my skin, hear it in the crunch of the grass, the rustling of leaves. It lives in the smell of the earth and salt. It is the thread woven through all living things, the wild and untamed current upon which we are strewn. The Breath of the Wild. Are you listening?
"Breath of the Wild" by Ricky Schaede.
Oil paint on canvas.
* 12" x 12"
* Framed in a white wooden floater frame.
* Original, one of a kind work of art.
* Made with love and inspiration.