Artypants Update….

Helloooooooooooo bunnies!!

Just a few little artsy announcements to fill your Saturday afternoon (which I hope isn’t as unseasonably hot for you as it is for me… because it’s like hell took over outside here in too-sunny Huntington Beach- and it’s GROSS!!).

TONIGHT!!!….  in beautiful Asbury Park, NJ (I love this town) at the AMAZING Parlor Gallery (I love this gallery even more) I am in a wonderful group show called “We Find Our Way”.  Artists in this show include Michael Mapes, Paul Romano, Scotty Albrecht, Jody Travis Thompson, Bryn Perrott, Brandon McLean, Ray Sell, Andy Pawlan, Kevin Hebb, myself, and Dennis Lee Mitchell.  It opens tonight, and if you’re in the area you should go.  For reals, yo.

“We Find Our Way” Group show at the Parlor Gallery in Asbury Park, NJ

The next show coming up is local for me (which I hardly ever do local shows, so I don’t have to travel for this… YAY!!!!).  I am participating again in the wonderful “Monstoberfest” group show at the fantastic Rothick Art Haus gallery in Anaheim, CA.  The opening is October 13th, and it is always a blast!

Aside from works for upcoming shows, I’ve decided to start a couple huge paintings (which I always regret doing because they take so damn long to finish and cost a fortune to ship- but I apparently am in an abusive love affair with stress, so I will continue to keep doing this to myself), and have been doing silly drawings.  To put giggles into your day, here is some of my new silliness:

I did a bunch of these… they’re my “Hare Studies”… get it? “Hare” studies?! Well… it made me laugh.

I’ve been posting a bunch of my “works in progress” on instagram.  So if you want to find me and be a friend with me on there, my username is kristenferrell.  I also post way too many photos of my dog, my cats, and all the ridiculous plants I grow in my backyard.  That is all I have to say for today.  Until we meet again, my darlings, I will leave you with some glorious photoshop magic performed by my dear and wonderful Stevil Kinevil on a photo of me and Brad …. enjoy.

Attention East Coast darlings!!!!……..

Allllllrighty….. if you’re looking for something fantastic to do tomorrow night, I have just the thing!!  The Black Vulture Gallery in Philadelphia is having their opening of the gigantic “Speaking in Tongues” group show curated by the amazing painter Buddy Nestor.  I will have a piece in it, and there are TONS of other artists showing.  It really is going to be spectacular.  On it’s facebook event, I have checked that I’m attending- but that means that I will be there in painted form via artworks, and my heart will be there.  But physically, I will still be in California (as much as it fills me with sorrow to not be able to go).    Here is the flyer for the show:

If you click the image, it will take you to the Facebook event page for all the information

And to preview the amazingness of the curator, Buddy Nestor, here is the portrait he did of me for his “Every Girl Goes To Hell” series.  I love it… and it terrifies Sully… which makes me love it even more.

Buddy is pretty great!!!

I’d like to report an overwhelming amount of love that I’ve gotten over my new funny little sunglasses and accessories- which means that more will be coming quickly.  Your excitement has spawned my excitement which has gotten the creative juices flying around like hummingbirds on crack.

Hope you all have a great weekend… and please check out the show if you’re in the area!!!  Hugs all around!!!

Back from France and 10 times dumber….

I really really wanted to post something on here before I left for the “Fusion 5 Festival” in Cannes, France… but there was just no time. The term “shot out of a cannon” doesn’t even begin to cover it. And the internet connection there was shotty at best so I had no time to give updates while I was there…. but now I’m back with the whole story.

All in all…. the festival was AMAZING!!! We stayed at this indescribable hotel right by the beach called 3.14 (click on the link to see photos of it… it’s pretty unreal). We ate massive amounts of the most fancy pants food on the planet, gallons of booze was constantly poured down our throats (though noone really objected… one of the festival’s sponsors was Absolute Vodka, so that was pretty much all we drank), and were bombarded by press and photographers (which was interesting seeing as we were all pretty drunk the whole time). Our individual gallery spaces were in each of the rooms we were staying in, so there was the daily scramble to get all our dirty clothes off the floor and hide the drunken tumblings from the night before so it would be hidden from the eyes of the press and buyers. But here are a few photos (the rest are on my flickr page… there would be more, but because of the previously stated constant drunkenness- they are worthless):

this is a little part of the hotel lobby. i really wanted to start a game of dodgeball with those gigantic ball-pillows… but i got drunk and forgot (which is probably a good thing)

and here are some of the rooms……

and here is MY room (i squealed like a cracked out mental patient when I saw it… it couldn’t have been more perfect)

We were taken to crazy French discotecha’s and danced to the most eclectic collection of 1980′s hits I’ve ever heard, didn’t get more than 2 hours of sleep each night, and all became the best of friends.

Right now I’m experiencing the worst jet lag on the planet (which is a first for me because I NEVER get jet lag), and Sully was sent home sick from school so I’m having to take care of him while dealing with a serious case of brain-mush. My house was destroyed over the week by my 2 messy boys… and added to this mix with the fact that all 12,000 members of “The World Inferno Friendship Society” stayed here while I was away (though the mess didn’t come from them- it was all Brad and Sully’s doing). I still can’t seem to scrub the “flight stench” off me from the 16 hour trip home, and my cats are taking turns attaching themselves to my lap because they were terrified that I wasn’t ever coming home (which is an understandable terror- considering Brad won’t ever clean the litterbox).

Off I go to stumble around and try to clean. When I remember more of what happened during my trip, I will tell more stories. .. stories of me setting my hair on fire… stories of 70 year old frenchmen forcing me to ballroom dance with them and then trying to get me to go to the bathroom with them to do lines of coke, stories of how to gracefully escape Italian men who want to know if I also have tattoos on my vagina… etc. For now, I’m dead on my feet.

PS……

you can see more about the even at http://www.Juxtapoz.com (or just click HERE)…. just scroll down until you see the articles about the Fusion 5 Festival in Cannes, France! YAY!!!