It was his most ambitious work yet, a giant sprawling beast painted across the backside of several brick apartment buildings. He had been building up to this for weeks, researching a location that could fit a work of this scale without being too easily visible by unhelpful passersby. One could never tell if such people were prone to calling the cops. The location, he'd deemed after days of lurking, was perfect and now his work just had to be too.
For quite some time now he'd taken to signing his work with a stencil of a little imp. The imp, he found, to be a suitable symbol what with his (and his siblings) tendency to rile up trouble and the bat like wings he'd inherited from his mysterious gene donors.
For this work the imp was his sole inspiration, how flexible it was with it's meaning. The imp; a symbol of naughtiness, a metaphor for man's foolishness, a creature of sin. First he'd painted a stenciled pattern of his signature across the walls. The repeating demonic creature spaced as evenly as the colt could manage, ever thankful for his wings. It had taken him several days just to spray paint the pattern alone. Today was the day he would finish, the focus a large unique imp that he had freehand painted. He scrawled it crouching across the buildings, beckoning the viewer in, encouraging them to make an unwise decision. Neon colors popped out of the blacks and deep blues, burning symbols and haunting eyes. A thousand mouths with screams unheard, a great beast of scaly, rotten woe.
As the last drops of paint left the can, he took a step back to examine his work.
Yes.