Tuesday, March 22, 2016

Twisted egg

The best thing about having chickens and collecting eggs is seeing the imperfections and down right horrors of egg production. Look at this twisted mess of an egg. What goes on inside of a hen? Is it like making sausage? How do you even go on after seeing something like this?! Well, it’s my favorite part of the whole chicken raising gig. Eggs have ripples, twists, and sometimes no yolk. The shell is not always perfect, sometimes covered in warty calcium deposits, sometimes there’s just a membrane with no calcium at all...an unpleasant discovery when you’re not paying attention, like picking up a dry jelly fish. I love seeing all the imperfections of egg production. It’s something I never saw with the eggs mom brought home from the grocer...

Tuesday, March 1, 2016

On creativity, commerce and confidence...

Meet Cricket.

I'm attached to each one of these Chicken Treasures sculptures. No surprise there, since they are all made by me, in my own little creative bubble. There's no art studio or defined space for my projects. I work on whimsy, with no discipline. I don't recommend this, but that's how it's happening here. And it's happening a lot...there's a dozen of these creations now and I'm running out of space to hang them.

The Crow.

The dream I have for myself is that something that comes from me, an idea, art, or a product will allow me to live my life how I want. The way to my happiness is not by climbing a corporate ladder or working for The Man. I want to create and Do for myself and the friends I call family. Now, I know I lack discipline, that I'm a dreamer and I bounce from one thing to another. My mother was an artist and bad mouthed anyone without a degree that called themselves an artist. These messages I received from her and the ones I send myself do nothing to build my confidence in my creative abilities.

Claude the Rooster.

Maybe if I had a designated studio/work area I would have more confidence in the value of these unique and interesting creatures. If I somehow defined myself as an artist...I struggle with objects and the value I place on them. There are items in my home that I have given value that likely have very little worth. But this is my art. My creations. And they are one of a kind. I can place all the value I want on them but what price? I know these little sculptures won't make me rich but making them makes my life richer.

Tropical Puffin.
I can't keep them all. I mean, I could, but letting them go feels right. People seem to like them and I want them to go out into the world and spread the joy. Two Chicken Treasures were recently in a small art show and the feedback from the general public and other artists helped me believe in these little guys. So I opened an Etsy shop and now you can own a Chicken Treasure.
Click here to see the shop