Acrylic on paper, 7″ X 11″
Get that cooped up feeling? That’s pretty much the life of a chicken. They’re used to it I guess. Mine can run around in their pen in the daytime, but whenever I approach they’re all plastered up against the wire gate like one big feather boa. Like I said, art reflects life. I used to let them run around in the garden until they dug it up so badly I had to stop. That was weeks ago, and I thought chickens didn’t have memories. . .and I feel like a bad guy. What to do? Paint it I guess.
Tomorrow: another Meeting with the Muses
What a great interpretation of chicken life!
Great post! Poor old chickens….
When I look at this, I see a human figure, sort of three-quarters prone position, head a bit like a cookie cutter, one arm raised in a fist, propped up on the other elbow, crammed into a cage-like structure, hmm…