Madder Than A Wet Hen
Madder Than A Wet Hen is an illustration depicting a surreal image of a hen whilst connecting it to the drab world we surround ourselves with resulting in something that can only occur in our imagination along with a tale verbalising the same sentiment Feathers of Rebellion.
Have you ever contemplated the poignant narrative woven into feathers? Not the imitation plumes fashioned from man-made fibres, but the genuine ones, those that gracefully descend from the skies or are gently plucked from diverse avian beings. Consider, for a moment, the feathers celebrated for their resplendent hues, intricate designs, and captivating patterns, in stark contrast to those often scorned for their irregularity, discontinuity, and lack of tonal harmony. Picture, if you will, the feathers of a modest hen. These humble plumes, whose very roots are conspicuously distinct from one another, their regal crowns drooping and they live with a singular purpose - to provide sustenance, ultimately to nourish humanity.
Have you ever encountered an individual who collects hen feathers? One might observe this creature as it moves through life with a singular, artificial purpose. This reflection compels us to ponder our existence, as we incessantly chase after societal ideals, conditioned to conform to a predefined notion of what it means to be a 'good' human being, all the while neglecting the essence of our unique identities and emotions. If we were beings adorned with feathers, they would, perhaps, disintegrate as swiftly as they emerged, leaving us colourless and unadorned.
We, as colourless entities, find ourselves captivated by the vibrant and distinctive characters around us, often driven to subdue their brilliance. What if we were to view this creature, devoid of any conventional purpose, just as it has been described here?
Have you ever encountered an individual who collects hen feathers? One might observe this creature as it moves through life with a singular, artificial purpose. This reflection compels us to ponder our existence, as we incessantly chase after societal ideals, conditioned to conform to a predefined notion of what it means to be a 'good' human being, all the while neglecting the essence of our unique identities and emotions. If we were beings adorned with feathers, they would, perhaps, disintegrate as swiftly as they emerged, leaving us colourless and unadorned.
We, as colourless entities, find ourselves captivated by the vibrant and distinctive characters around us, often driven to subdue their brilliance. What if we were to view this creature, devoid of any conventional purpose, just as it has been described here?
In this world, where we often conform to the expectations of society and pursue a predetermined path, we might find ourselves feeling confined and constrained, perhaps even 'madder than a wet hen'. The feathers of our individuality, like a hen's plumage soaked in the rain, lose their lustre when drenched by conformity and societal pressures. We scurry to be the 'good' humans we're told to be, rarely taking a moment to embrace our unique colours and express our emotions.
But here's the twist: Maybe, just maybe, being 'madder than a wet hen' is the very rebellion we need. It's the realisation that conforming to society's expectations dampens our spirit, like a hen's feathers, and it's high time we shook off the downpour of conformity and danced in the rain of our true, untamed selves. In the end, perhaps it's those 'wet hen' moments that can lead us to our own vibrant and individualistic feathers, even if it means being a little 'mad' by conventional standards.
In this interplay of feathers and societal expectations, we see a metaphorical dance, a reflection of how our essence can be obscured by conformity. We, like plucked chickens, may find our colours muted, our purpose artificial. Yet, perhaps it is in those moments when we feel 'madder than a wet hen', that we uncover the beauty of our true, untamed selves, and in that rebellion against conformity, we may yet discover our own vibrant and individualistic feathers.
But here's the twist: Maybe, just maybe, being 'madder than a wet hen' is the very rebellion we need. It's the realisation that conforming to society's expectations dampens our spirit, like a hen's feathers, and it's high time we shook off the downpour of conformity and danced in the rain of our true, untamed selves. In the end, perhaps it's those 'wet hen' moments that can lead us to our own vibrant and individualistic feathers, even if it means being a little 'mad' by conventional standards.
In this interplay of feathers and societal expectations, we see a metaphorical dance, a reflection of how our essence can be obscured by conformity. We, like plucked chickens, may find our colours muted, our purpose artificial. Yet, perhaps it is in those moments when we feel 'madder than a wet hen', that we uncover the beauty of our true, untamed selves, and in that rebellion against conformity, we may yet discover our own vibrant and individualistic feathers.
Creators Note
This piece is a result of much deep thought about mankind. I think most of my thoughts have been explained in the thoughts above. The illustration however had a different inspiration. I went to buy chicken from a local butcher vendor and they store their chickens in cages inside and outside their shop - they are very visible to all who pass by. I noticed the condition of many of those birds and how they were not as nature made them. I imagined what a child would see and describe if they were asked to run wild with their imagination when concerning hens and chickens. And this is what I thought of. Once again no drafts just got straight to it digitally.
Created On: 22.06.2022
Originally Published On: 23.06.2022
Originally Published At: Instagram's @the_art_keep
