This painting plays with contradiction and control, layering intense colors and textures over a structure that feels just on the edge of coherence. The phrase “count your chickens whenever feel like it” skips the “you,” which seems fitting—it’s a permission slip that breaks the rule even as it writes it. It’s a sideways take on the old idiom, both flippant and freeing.

Bright floral motifs hover at the edges of the canvas like a decorative border fraying at the seams. The center churns with purples, grays, blues, and bursts of yolk-yellow forms that resemble cartoon eggs or googly eyes—or, maybe, little chickens. It’s playful, but not lightweight. There’s something determined in the layered density, like it’s trying to hold space for contradiction, whimsy, and fatigue all at once.