This is a painting series dedicated to the portly Chicken Man. At the time of this painting, he was also the Department Chair in control of many young artists, holding hostage scholarships and gallery show oportunities.

 

The dictator fancied 

himself a god of white plaster walls and fine artists' taste. He hated me and my work. He said it wasn't art.

 

This portrait was done with passive defiance and resentment towards him. He was the subject matter. It was a giant middle finger to him.  

 

 

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