All the Chicken You Can Eat Mixed Media Collage
Depicting a slice of southern life, this charming mixed media collage is inspired by antique rail stations and the greasy spoon diners found along the train tracks
*Title: All the Chicken You Can Eat
*Medium: mixed media paper collage
*Size: 9.5" x 7.5"
When she walked by the old storefront on her way to meet the train, she thought she recognized something in the air. Memories of her mother's kitchen came drifting through the windows and before she knew it she was standing in the doorway, staring at four small wooden tables. On the tables were a half dozen platters, filled to overflowing with steaming pieces of freshly fried chicken.
She wasn't a Southern girl by birth. Her parents grew up in Jersey City and as a youth her appetite was often quenched with a hearty slice of pizza or some seafood dish brought home by her cousins who had a boat and would often fish out by Sandy Point. But then her ma decided she'd had enough of the city and they moved down to North Carolina where they had some second cousins outside Greenville. It took some time to adjust to the landscape, but in no time at all she was throwing pennies on the train tracks and picking tobacco for extra cash after school. Her ma learned how to make the best fried chicken in the world, and she could eat a full plate. She liked it here, and the atmosphere suited her temperament. There were no loud horns, no blaring lights, and for the first time in her life she had seen stars! She even joined the choir at church and on Sunday after the service she'd help her friend Leela can dill pickles and make dilly beans while they drank sweet tea and joked about the boys.
She decided to go to school up in Roanoke, Virginia and after four years of college-life ended up with a job in, you guessed it, Jersey City. Somehow five years passed by without her noticing and then one weekend while she was in a small Jersey town catching a train back into the city (she was a coffee saleswoman for a large distributor) she passed by an old storefront and her memories took over. The train she was supposed to board was headed north back to the city, but she let it glide past and waited for another that would take her in the opposite direction, back to Carolina and all the chicken she could eat.