 I love hyaenas because of their other-worldly whooping, their ungainliness and their "bad hair" (I share the latter two characteristics).I also regard the animal as a very apt image of the 'id' in opposition to the ego and the super-ego, the monkey on my back.In the three lithographs I have depicted The Muse by Day as a Hyaena in guinea fowl's clothing, the spots as disguise or drag to celebrate the gift of mimicry.