I love paintings that evoke what it must have been like when the world was wild; when you were really, impossibly removed from other humans. When wolves howled, and nature - and not your own stupidity - was your greatest danger.
I'm glad that I do not live back then, but it's nice to think about from the comfort of my heated, air-conditioned home.
No, I can't say that I have. I could look him up and fomd out for myself, bur in the interest of conversation... what does he write? Historical fiction?
Oh! I read Call of the Wild, jesus, back in high school, I think. It may not have been my cuppa, since I didn't look for more work by the author, but tastes change. I'll have to check that out.