The Funky Chicken
I was inspired by a crazy hen we had to paint “The Funky Chicken.”
With feathers blazing like fresh fire and a strut that could wake the seeds from the soil, the Funky Chicken wasn't just a bird—it was a vibe. Some said it was a spirit born of forgotten farm songs and disco nights, others swore it was the soul of an old rooster who’d once danced his way out of the stew pot and into myth.
No one could say for sure.
But every year, just as the sky turned from indigo to emerald, it would appear in a flash of red—half hidden in the tall grass, half spotlighted by some cosmic force. It didn’t crow. It didn’t cluck. It just moved—wings up, body bouncing, each step more joyful than the last.
And the world danced with it.
Grass bent in rhythm. Crickets played backup. Even the stars above seemed to pulse in time with its steps. For as long as the Funky Chicken danced, there was no fear, no sorrow, no war or worry—only groove.
Then, as quickly as it came, it would vanish into the wheat, like a whisper you almost remembered.
And though no one could ever follow or find it, the meadow would stay glowing for hours after—like the land itself was catching its breath from one wild, glorious dance.
So if you ever find yourself walking alone on a warm night and the grass begins to sway...
Listen closely.
You just might hear the beat.
Medium: Acrylic on Canvas
Size: 16 X 20
I was inspired by a crazy hen we had to paint “The Funky Chicken.”
With feathers blazing like fresh fire and a strut that could wake the seeds from the soil, the Funky Chicken wasn't just a bird—it was a vibe. Some said it was a spirit born of forgotten farm songs and disco nights, others swore it was the soul of an old rooster who’d once danced his way out of the stew pot and into myth.
No one could say for sure.
But every year, just as the sky turned from indigo to emerald, it would appear in a flash of red—half hidden in the tall grass, half spotlighted by some cosmic force. It didn’t crow. It didn’t cluck. It just moved—wings up, body bouncing, each step more joyful than the last.
And the world danced with it.
Grass bent in rhythm. Crickets played backup. Even the stars above seemed to pulse in time with its steps. For as long as the Funky Chicken danced, there was no fear, no sorrow, no war or worry—only groove.
Then, as quickly as it came, it would vanish into the wheat, like a whisper you almost remembered.
And though no one could ever follow or find it, the meadow would stay glowing for hours after—like the land itself was catching its breath from one wild, glorious dance.
So if you ever find yourself walking alone on a warm night and the grass begins to sway...
Listen closely.
You just might hear the beat.
Medium: Acrylic on Canvas
Size: 16 X 20
I was inspired by a crazy hen we had to paint “The Funky Chicken.”
With feathers blazing like fresh fire and a strut that could wake the seeds from the soil, the Funky Chicken wasn't just a bird—it was a vibe. Some said it was a spirit born of forgotten farm songs and disco nights, others swore it was the soul of an old rooster who’d once danced his way out of the stew pot and into myth.
No one could say for sure.
But every year, just as the sky turned from indigo to emerald, it would appear in a flash of red—half hidden in the tall grass, half spotlighted by some cosmic force. It didn’t crow. It didn’t cluck. It just moved—wings up, body bouncing, each step more joyful than the last.
And the world danced with it.
Grass bent in rhythm. Crickets played backup. Even the stars above seemed to pulse in time with its steps. For as long as the Funky Chicken danced, there was no fear, no sorrow, no war or worry—only groove.
Then, as quickly as it came, it would vanish into the wheat, like a whisper you almost remembered.
And though no one could ever follow or find it, the meadow would stay glowing for hours after—like the land itself was catching its breath from one wild, glorious dance.
So if you ever find yourself walking alone on a warm night and the grass begins to sway...
Listen closely.
You just might hear the beat.
Medium: Acrylic on Canvas
Size: 16 X 20