Sometimes you merely wound your prey with the initial shot, and you have to track it into the deep woods. Unsatisfied with a single pass at this cold color scheme of white/grey, galaxy purple, and ice-blue, Pyse travels north to paint a sister-piece to his Halloween production. Beset by a dramatic view of the working waterfront , this freezer-burner adorns the wall of the Vinalhaven Fuel Co. amidst a scrap-yard of rusting propane tanks and retired tanker trucks; it sports an oil-slick satin-black fill-in with natural leopard-skin camouflage, violent neon-orange splatter, and bleeding red bubbles. The outline is a calligraphic, lethal defense mechanism featuring mirrored-laser-beam-blow-outs on all sides and led-heavy serifs that tap the underground oil tanks; it’s a moose-crusher. The wall will be at its finest when the island lies buried in winter–a cold, crisp white sculpture rising from the snow–an icebreaker for bored local kids looking to get stoned on style. Vinalhaven is one of the Fox Islands located an hour and fifteen minutes off of the mainland across West Penobscot Bay; it supports an annual population of fifteen-hundred. Rumors abound on the island, they travel through a tight social fabric; the word on the street is that this piece was painted sans permission by southern interlopers. Gossip is the grease that keeps graffiti moving; or as my friend says “People create their own narrative.”