Epitaph

This piece started out as a bit of doodling, and an idle thought: what if the cracks on an old, decaying wall formed a picture? And then the old saying "If walls could talk" got mixed in, and then a childhood memory of a visit to a zoo badly in need of refurbishment probably added to the mix. Then a cheetah entered the picture, probably because cheetahs are my favorite wild cat. The idea of caging such a swift, fierce creature is pretty horrific. In the end, while I really didn't set out to make a statement with this picture, I guess I kind of did. It was rendered in chalks and pencils on charcoal paper.