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.