Me. Chickens.

Very little is so uniquely life de-affirming as waiting at the docks for art supplies to arrive. With chickens. ¬†And only chickens. ¬†There are complications to being an artist on the islands…obtaining art supplies while maintaining robust morale being one of them.



BOCK! BOCK! You’re one of us, bock!



Smokers can pass some of the wait time in this elegant smoking lounge. With chickens.