fatchickengirl
Profile
Well I’m a 40 year old bored bank clerk living in the East Midlands (UK).
I have always written and more recently paint and draw and have had a camera since I was nine!
I am a creative little chicken please come and scratch the ground with me!!!
(And if you want to twitter with me I’m on as fatchcikengirl too)!
Groups
fatchickengirl is a member of 1 on 1: The Fine Art of Portraiture , All Things Orange Artwork Gallery, Yellow Gallery, "Real" Life Artwork, *A Beautiful Blur, 1 In The Beginning - Ancient Practices, A Leicestershire, Rutland & Northants Showcase, Abstract Art, Abstracts from Nature, Acrylic Painting, After Dark, All About Water, All the Colors of the Rainbow, All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Art of Erotic Visions., Blood Red - All things vampiric, Cityscapes and Skylines, Colour Me Vibrant Red!, Dirty Filthy Art: Charcoal, Fabulous Flowers, Fine Arts Influenced by Literature, For the Love of Cats , 2 images a day, Green!, In the Pink, London Life, Monsters Ink, Pencil Drawing (2 per 24 hrs), People and Portraiture Photography, Ruins, Ancient and Derelict Buildings, Skyscapes, Street Photography and Photojournalism, Sunrise, Sunset, The Adult Group, The Birds, THE DARK CELL, THE SISTERHOOD, THE TORCH, The Urban Environment, This is England, Trees , United Kingdom and Voices for Animals.
Journal Entries
Dental woes
Posted 9 months ago, 1 comment so far.
Good Friday
Posted about 1 year ago.
Plans
Posted about 1 year ago, 2 comments so far.
Sick
Posted about 1 year ago, 2 comments so far.
Hope?
Posted about 1 year ago, 2 comments so far.
Art
Writing
Passing Alison B Allen (March 2009)
’...Paint my face with potions, lotions, creams. / Fill the cracks with promises and lies. / Life begins…Just a number…Gorgeous.’
For Kit (A tribute to his love for Sci-FI)
In a galaxy far, far away. / We are all made of star stuff. Engage! / I want to believe! And Feel the force. / The final frontier. Just Make it so.
The last time she died Alison B Allen
Night after night she dies, / Again and again and again.
Blinded
The heat wraps her sticky arms around my body and I move slowly, hesitantly through the jungle dreading each murderous crunch underfoot.
Broken Equation
For someone will rescue me. / Galloping horse
Love = Pi
And millions suck harder to absorb, take him. / She spinning and to certain struggles.
