The chicken felt uneasy the whole day. Something vile was brewing in its head, something that wanted to burst out and spill all over the world. The thing roiled and boiled in the poor chicken’s skull but nothing would happen. Not until the night fell. Shortly after the sun had crept under the horizon, the eyes of the chicken spread all over its troubled head and started weeping fractal tears of destruction and hope. It was a very long night indeed.
The painting reproduction used as a feature image and the source of inspiration for this particular scribble is a work of the Czech pop-surrealist artist Jan Kottman who has kindly let me use it here. For more information on Jan and his paintings, please visit his web – you sure won’t regret if you liked this one.
Oceanic Soup 