I knew that the only way to prepare for this trip was to dress up like peacocks and, saying goodbye to reason, take a cast across the desert and do a report.
“Fear and disgust in Las Vegas.”
Is it possible to love peacocks more than I do? It looks like I am. To be Hunter Thompson.
Growing peacocks was probably the most innocuous of all the author of “Fear...” and “Rum Diary”, gonzo-journalist, bully, lover of homemade bombs and drugs — optional homemade — and without five minutes of county sheriff.
Thompson adored peacocks. He kept them in the stretch, summer and winter, and even brought out a new frost breed (according to his own words).
What is it - wave feathers or bird feathers? Flowing emerald, silver splash and... brooding look. It's her, Green Pava.
I'm very impressed by these beautiful birds. I like the color spectrum, a light silver glow softens the depth of cold greens.
The work is made by acrylic based oil, brushes and maschins, and a combination of different textures.