2014 • 19.25″ x 25.75″
acrylic, spray paint on used fence pickets

Meant as a foil to the “Free Range Chicken” piece this painting highlights how odd it is to picture our food as an industrial product rather than one made with love in a kitchen by a grandmotherly figure.

This is from a series created from imagery derived solely from pictographs found in my collection of wingding and dingbat computer fonts.

Starting from a large selection of these symbols and shapes I made associations and pairings to match preconceived ideas or allowing them to inspire their own themes.

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2014 • 19.25″ x 28″
acrylic, spray paint on used fence pickets

There are urban chickens and their country cousins the free rangers. There must be some yuppie chickens out there too making a life in the suburbs too. I can’t imagine closely packed houses on postage stamp lots segmented off by warped, sun bleached privacy fences being home to chickens. The constant barking of the pit bulls next door would seem to really hurt egg production and the judgmental Christians, worrying more about their property value than their immortal souls, would surely be shooting daggers from their eyes. But this is happening, I hear. Whatever.

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2014 • 19.25″ x 30″
acrylic, spray paint on used fence pickets

Liberals, if they eat meat at all, LOVE them some free ranging chicken. It isn’t just food, it’s a metaphor…and VERY likely to sell.

This is from a series created from imagery derived solely from pictographs found in my collection of wingding and dingbat computer fonts.

Starting from a large selection of these symbols and shapes I made associations and pairings to match preconceived ideas or allowing them to inspire their own themes.

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2014 • 19.25″ x 25.5″
acrylic, spray paint on used fence pickets

I don’t know if it is another hipster trend of if raising chickens in the city limits is a post postmodern return to tradition of when people had a little control over their food supply. Maybe some of us will be better prepared for the collapse of civilization than others. Maybe I’ll get hungry and eat them AND their chickens.

This is from a series created from imagery derived solely from pictographs found in my collection of wingding and dingbat computer fonts.

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