Oil on Canvas

45" x 54"

In my halcyon youth, I often found myself leaving various liquor establishments in the heart of Harlem in the small hours of the morning.  It is not unusual to come across a pack of wild dogs on the streets of Harlem at that hour.  I came upon one such gathering as they were viciously dividing the remains of their ill-fated prey.  Fortunately for me, the dogs dispersed upon my approach leaving a trail of blood on the sidewalk that resembled a cryptic writing.  I stood over the blood-art and recorded the accidental graphic that comprises the upper two-thirds of this piece.  The remainder of the canvas is a continuation of that stroke development speculating the completed work had the attack not been interrupted.