The hunter became the hunted until the hunted had help. The white owl lost the bat to the safety of another bat. Yet, it may not be over as the owl is present. A small mouse in the corner hides, glad to not be at the bottom of the food chain that night. In that world, blood lives on blood for those creatures that aren't, at the least, omnivores. For this moment, they are all at a crossroads. Each compass direction equally available. Life continues to flow.
I painted the original monotype for this image based on my time spent sleeping outside through a winter month in Bend, Oregon. When the temperature dipped below freezing and the night sky cleared, sound traveled with extreme clarity through the frozen dark. I heard the sounds every night and images came into mind. These images came out of those freezing nights under the winter sky. Look at the companion painting, Night Hunt. It was painted at the same time. The original is a monotype mix of soy based printing inks with drawing. Both pieces were done in the same week. Though they have a commonality, the imagery went in two different directions.