Exposing.

Ok. So, it looks as though a painting of mine got into this year’s Raleigh Fine Arts Society exhibition, which was juried by Kimerly Rorschach of the Nasher Museum (at Duke University – see this post). Sweeet. Unfortunately only one of the two paintings I submitted was accepted, which always makes me wonder what they saw in one as opposed to the other one. Ah well. If you’re in NC, check it out at the Progress Energy Center starting March 1.

Anyway, here’s the painting that was selected:

the Celtic tiger at rest, oil on printed fabric, 10"x10", 2008, by me, Diane Feissel.

No more Whiz Bang!

Just got the sad news the other day that a cute little fabric store I discovered on my last stay in San Francisco will be going out of business. Dammit! Probably another victim of the crappy economy, I suppose. Sigh. Anyway, they had a great selection of fabrics, gorgeous patterns and such. I stocked up while I was there for painting projects, here's one of them (still slightly in-progress) on Amy Butler fabric that I'll be showing at Morning Times in March:

duck duck duck duck duck duck duck GOOSE, oil on printed fabric, 24"x30" by me, Diane Feissel

Wobbly.

This has been a weird two weeks, and right at this moment I'm feeling especially weird in the physical sense because I took too many extra-strength aspirins to try and kill a low-grade headache I've had for the past 5 days. They're making a small dent in the headache but an even bigger dent in my ability to function, as I feel all woozy and wobbly and such. Yuck.

Despite this, I'm going to try to make it over to Visual Art Exchange for a bit tonight to check out their "Punchline" show (before we go to see Art Garfunkel, yay!!!!) - a painting of mine is in this month's show, here it is:

French Suite #1: No Exit - oil on printed fabric, 10"x10", by me, Diane Feissel.

If you hadn't heard of it, this is a reference to Jean-Paul Sartre and his experiments with hallucinogens (mescaline, I believe). The lingering after-effect of this experimentation left him with a recurring paranoia about being pursued by... a lobster. Yes, a lobster. Not sure what's up with that. I am pretty sure, however, that the takeaway message from all of this is: DRUGS. DON'T DO THEM.

Surprise good news.

Apparently one of my paintings - which will be in the annual fundraising auction for Visual Art Exchange - has won a third place award for this event. Groovy! Check it out here.

Here's the painting, btw:

chaos theory 2, oil on canvas, 12"x12", by me (Diane Feissel)

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So easely.

So I've been spending a lot of time painting lately, hanging out with the ole easel... I realized recently just how awesome this easel has been, and how great it is that it's hung in there with me for the last 14-15 years or so. With props to Greg, who got it for me to begin with, I can say that it's lasted me through several residences and studios, not to mention of course hundreds of paintings over the years (many of them just terrible - no fault of the easel, of course).Let's see, it's lasted through moves through the following locations:

apt. on 12th (Philadelphia)
apt. on Passyunk
apt. on Pine
apt. on 17th
room on 63rd (Oakland)
apt. on Lenox
apt. on Bush St. (San Francisco)
apt. on Green St.
art studio at Art Explosion
condo on Pearl St. (Oakland)
art studio at 1890 Bryant Street (San Francisco)
apt. on Oakland Ave. (Oakland)
apt. on Vernon
condo on Sandlin (Raleigh)
art studio at 311 West Martin
That's a lot of locations... and this easel has been with me in all of them. In honor of 3 states' and 15 years' worth of solid service, I give you... easel haiku:

always standing there
tireless and paint-covered
my devoted friend.

Yay easel!

Psssst...

I'm still around. Just caught up in a whirl of holiday, and vacation, and being sick. Whatever is going around, I got it - and it laid me low for about 2 weeks. For a while there, I was bound to the couch with a pack of tissues, chicken soup and hulu.com... but now I'm slowly getting back to the usual routine, including work and painting. No real updates painting-wise right at the moment, therefore, but perhaps I can entertain you with a few photos from a brief Philadelphia trip we took before the holidays? Here, I'll try:

Here's a tidbit from Reading Terminal... I'm still dying to know, WHERE IS JUAN???

I love this graphic from the airport bathroom: why do they feel they need to show you a baby's butt? In case you get confused as to what end of the baby to change?

We encountered some sort of drunken Santa convention on Walnut Street. Freakish.

That's it for now - more once I'm back up and in the usual groove...

Hohoho

Merry Christmas!