La Poule Aux Œufs D’or 1927

Marc Chagall’s “La Poule Aux Œufs D’or” is alive with these impulsive marks of red, yellow, white and a surprising amount of brown - it's like the whole thing was painted in honey! Looking at this, I imagine Chagall, brush in hand, maybe dancing a little as he works. The painting seems to have emerged from a place of free association, a kind of visual poem, where figures and forms blend into one another. The surface feels casual, like he’s not trying too hard to impress anyone, but he's just being true to his inner vision. The paint application is playful: the chicken’s feathers aren’t just feathers; they’re dabs and strokes of pure color. And look at how the figure on the right seems to be in conversation with the chicken. Chagall's work makes me think about the Russian avant-garde and their interest in folklore, but he really found his own voice. It’s as if he’s saying that painting can be a way to make sense of a world that often feels chaotic. It’s all about embracing the messy, intuitive process. It is a reminder that we are all works in progress, learning and growing as we go.