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.