Oil 26″ x 32″ *

This painting began as a joke about rubber chickens, but for the life of me I can’t recall what the joke was. Take my word for it, these shoppers are not walking home with freshly plucked fowl for Friday night’s sabbath dinner. If that were the case, the chickens would have been wrapped for them by the butcher.

Perhaps they are fledgling comedians, on their way to an open mike evening, and the rubber chickens are their props. Don’t get me started about the banana billboard behind them. Your guess is probably better than mine.