When I was a child, my family and I visited a farm in Tewksbury, Massachusetts, for a week every summer. The owners, the Berg family, were friends my parents made when they were newly arrived in America. The Berg's farm was a pig farm, but they had dogs and chickens, as well. (If they had cats, we never saw them.)
Finally, I gathered my six-year-old self, and returned outside to stand with Sonja, the farmer’s wife, who was tossing seed for a few of the chickens. I stood and watched and felt content in the moment. Suddenly, a flash of red feathers rushed upon me and talon-ed feet scratched at my arms--and I ran screaming and crying into the house.
So, this series of chicken portraits is my way of making peace with my fear of feathered ones--especially chickens. I can’t imagine myself getting friendly with a chicken or plucking eggs from her nest, any time soon, but I have come to appreciate the beauty of these birds. Chickens are so varied in their breeds and coloring and feathering, that I am truly inspired when I draw them--and am losing all appetite for fowl.
|Buff Laced Chicken|
|Chestnut Ridge Rooster|
|Silver Laced Hen|
|Jersey Giant and Kauai Rooster|