Maria D'Angelo
THE CALLING
Charcoal and Acrylic on Gessoed Wood Panel with 2" Cradled sides, Varnished.
24 x 36 in
61 x 91.4 cm
61 x 91.4 cm
Copyright The Artist
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...
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.
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.