Jack London: The Call Of The Wild
There is an ecstasy that marks the summit of life, and beyond which life cannot rise. And such is the paradox of living, this ecstasy comes when one is most alive, and it comes as a complete forgetfulness that one is alive. This ecstasy, this forgetfulness of living, comes to the artist, caught up and out of himself in a sheet of flame; it comes to the soldier, war-mad in a stricken field and refusing quarter; and it came to Buck, leading the pack, sounding the old wolf-cry, straining after the food that was alive and that fled swiftly before him through the moonlight.
Jack London, The Call Of The Wild
My 2011 painting ‘Jim Cain‘ mocked up as a cover for Jack London’s classic adventure tale. Reading this along with White Fang at an early age put me on the path I pursue to this day.