Pretty Chickens

I’m not a chicken expert by a long shot, but as of late I’ve been looking at a lot of these birds. They are actually very beautiful. They seem to come in every color. It also seems they make great pets.

Now it isn’t like I know nothing about chickens. 🐔 Growing up I’ve eaten my fair share of fried chicken. I hope you don’t hold that against me. I love chicken and have found some really great chicken recipes. Chicken is like pizza it can be enjoyed hot or cold. I fear I may be digressing.

My daughter-in-law took me to a friend’s house who raises chickens. It’s her chickens that I’ve painted. These chickens were so pretty even their eggs were colorful. I completely enjoyed my visit plus her husband made the best beer ever.

I’ve already put the chicken on a board for you. 😜 I’m totally into animal shaped cutting boards. So here is my tribute to chickens!!!

Brahma Chickens

I don’t know a lot about chickens but I had a client ask me to paint his. This was the first time someone who wanted a painting didn’t have a picture to give me. He wanted me to come to his farm and take my own photographs. I did. He said paint what inspires me.

What I learned from this experience is to provide a sketch of my vision before I begin to paint. I had not done that. He assumed I was going to paint the chickens in one way but I painted them in another.

It was a learning experience and I hoped he really did love the pictures as he claimed. But next time I will approach this commission entirely different. Show a sketch then pick up a brush. These are the final paintings.

The Power of Art

Recently a friend’s husband died. She has waited a while for family to get organized before having his memorial service. His service will be this Friday. So what do you say when someone loses their spouse? I feel at a loss sometimes of finding the right words said in the right way that gives comfort.

My friend is nearly completely blind. She has macular degenerative eye disease. I thought maybe I could paint her husband’s portrait using texture so she could feel him on the canvas. I did some research and it turned out to be beyond my artist abilities. But I didn’t give up.

My friend has a very large projector that she can use to help her see just a little better. She can see some things from her side better then directly in front of her. So I painted her husband’s portrait thinking of colors that would help her see him better.

I surprised her yesterday with my gift. She had tears. She told us how hard this past week has been. She told us how lonely she felt. She has many friends around her but none of us can fill the void of the loss of her husband.

I sometimes get discouraged with my painting. I think I’m not that good and then I get a rush of joy when I see I’ve made someone truly happy. Art did that. Art can make a difference. Art has power to heal. I love that about art.

Remembering Gary