In Denali Ride, tension crackles through a moment frozen in paint: a young man, framed by the vintage green door of an old truck, reaches to lock it just as a shadowy black wolf emerges from the birch forest beyond. The wolf, mid-step and baring its teeth, seems more specter than beast—its yellow eyes fixed on the cab like a challenge or omen. The forest behind pulses with uneasy calm, the filtered light casting surreal hues that heighten the sense of disorientation. Is this a memory, a vision, or a myth unfolding on the edge of wilderness and fear? The painting captures a raw psychological threshold between safety and the wild unknown.
