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Guess what?


Deborah HH asked in the thread below whether I used my own chickens in the paintings I recently showed in town. I did indeed and, I must say, I was surprised and pleased at how well received they were.

I am become S. Weasel, Famous Painter of Chickens.

So it shames me to admit I cannot unravel the terrible central mystery of the chicken physique: how the HELL do all those poofy tailfeathers come out of that little dealie on the ass end of a chook?

I leave you to ponder. Have a good weekend!

September 1, 2017 — 10:14 pm
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