Reminder to visit City Wide Open Studios this weekend...



CUT RATE FURNITURE I©2014Felice PanagrossoOil on Canvas61x50 cm

Oil on Canvas
61×50 cm

This weekend, October 27 & 28, I will be participating in the New Haven City-Wide Open Studios, at the Alternative Space at Yale West Campus.

I’ll be showing my series, Sign Paintings, as well as some pieces from the Paris Project.  In addition I’ll have some watercolors available.

On exhibit you will also find contemporary work by over 200 Connecticut artists.

Looking forward to seeing you soon,

My Picture at an Exhibition at Front Street Gallery, Patterson, New York...


This Painting, “I’ve Got a Secret,” will be featured at an exposition of paintings at the Front Street Gallery in Patterson, NY. The show is entitled “A New Chapter”.

The Opening Reception (Vernissage) will be this Saturday, April 28, 2018 from 10:00am to 2:00pm.

The show will run through Thursday, June 21, 2018.

Click Here, to find out about Front Street Gallery

Thank you,


Morning Routines...

MORNING, SAINT-GERMAIN-EN-LAYE©2011 Felice PanagrossoPastel on Panel10 x 15 centimeters300€

©2011 Felice Panagrosso
Pastel on Panel
10 x 15 centimeters











What is the Meaning of This? ...and my Painting at an Upcoming Exposition at Grand Palais, Paris

WALKING MEDITATION©2018 Felice PanagrossoOil on Canvas30 x 40 inches

©2018 Felice Panagrosso
Oil on Canvas
30 x 40 inches

The other day I was reading an article on the effect of play on children’s brains.  It turns out that it’s good for children to play. Who knew!  But wait, it’s good for animals to play too.  Yes, animals play.  People who have dogs know this already.  Maybe it’s good for adults to play as well, but let’s not go too far.

So this got me thinking about all the programmed activity we provide for our children.  What they do over the summer vacation has to “mean something.”  We’re all looking for meaning. Everywhere. In our work, in our play, in our sports and in our leisure activities.  We do things to further some other purpose.

But wouldn’t it be nice if we could just do some things for no purpose at all?  Work on a project for the sole purpose of doing a good job of it.  Go for a walk, or even a run, in the woods just to enjoy it, leaving home the stopwatch. Read a book that’s not on anyone’s “Must Read” list?

Artists play.  Not always, but I believe that some of the best work happens in the silent meditative space that’s created when the mind has forgotten about expectations.

The painting above, Walking Meditation, was inspired by a silent meditation retreat I attended at Plum Village in the South of France with my daughter.  It’s unfinished.

I’m still playing with it…


Upcoming Exposition:  I am honored to have one of my paintings, a portrait of Caryn, on display at the Annual Salon des Artistes Français, at the Grand Palais, avenue Winston Churchill – 75008 Paris.  The Exposition will start on February 14, 2018 and end on February 18, 2018.

Where I'm Calling From...

WHERE I'M CALLING FROM©2012 Felice PanagrossoMixed Media on Phone Book Page10.5 x 6.5 inches

©2012 Felice Panagrosso
Mixed Media on Phone Book Page
10.5 x 6.5 inches

Doodling on a page from an obsolete Saint Germain-en-Laye phone book (I keep wanting to say Facebook). It’s obsolete for two reasons. First it was last year’s phone book. Second, who uses phone books nowadays anyway?

I wonder about the connection between these particular people on this particular page. They all live in the same town. Their names all begin with the same letter – M.  I myself am somewhere in this book but not on this page.

I’ve re-organized the relationships between these names by sketching, then painting skyscrapers/apartment buildings around them. Now at least they are grouped in the same neighborhood, each on a different floor.  But in reality I realize they are probably not connected to each other at all.  I also realize that some of these people have probably left town and don’t belong in the book at all.  Like me.

In Raymond Carver’s short story, “Where I’m Calling From” the narrator struggles with feelings of social alienation, and wanting to escape his own identity.  We actually never even learn his name.


Open Carry on Cape Cod...

Have Brush, Will Travel...

Have Brush, Will Travel…

On my last trip to the US, Painting Safari 2016, I decided to Open Carry (my brushes). Now I know that Massachusetts is not a traditional Open Carry state. It is not a crime for license holders, but they have sometimes been known to have their permits revoked. Things are becoming more difficult for painters!  I can’t believe that plein-air painting is even illegal in some parts of Florida.   But I decided to exercise my Constitutional rights, and carry at least one piece out in the open.  I always carry heavy whether concealed or not.

And I always keep my brushes loaded.

Here is a photo of my holster.



In this baby I can carry everything from “cannons” like my Langnickel Royal Sable Short Handled Flat, to “pea-shooters” like the Kolinsky Winsor-Newton, size 0.  With this arsenal I’m ready for anything, because you just never know.

IN THE WOODS©2016 Felice PanagrossoOil on Panel10 x 8 inches

©2016 Felice Panagrosso
Oil on Panel
10 x 8 inches

Until next time,


Current Expositions:  My painting, Fairmount Theater II, is featured at Flux Factory, in Long Island City, New York, now through October 16, 2016.  The show is entitled “Picturing the Unprintable.”

Please Click Here, for more information.




Now at Flux Factory, Picturing the Unprintable...

FAIRMOUNT THEATER II©2014 Felice PanagrossoOil on Canvas<br15 x 24 inches

©2014 Felice Panagrosso
Oil on Canvas

This painting, Fairmount Theater II, is featured in an Exposition entitled  “Picturing the Unprintable” at Flux Factory 39-31 29t Street, Long Island City, New York.  It was the subject of my post of February 28, 2015 (On Becoming a Serial Finisher).  The opening is tonight, October 7, 2016 and the show runs until October 16.  The show was inspired by the novel “For Whom the Bell Tolls” by Earnest Hemingway.  It explores the idea of what is showable or printable and what is not, and how we might express the idea of what is ugly and obscene.  






L'Heure Bleue (The Blue Hour)

L'Heure Bleue (unfinished)©2016 PanagrossoOil on Canvas25 x 25 centimeters

L’Heure Bleue (unfinished)
©2016 Panagrosso
Oil on Canvas
25 x 25 centimeters

I thought the Blue Hour only occurred in France, perhaps because it was here in Paris that I first appreciated it.  But in fact, the Blue Hour can occur anywhere on earth, either in the city or in the countryside.  In Spain it’s called La Hora Azul.

During twilight, when the sun descends between 4 and 6 degrees below the horizon, the Blue Hour can happen.  A lot depends on temperature, the amount of haze, moisture and pollutants in the air, but basically the blue waves of light from the sun diffuse into the atmosphere.  They remain visible to us, while the reddish waves escape into space. I suppose this is why the sky is blue in the first place.  But the blue of Blue Hour is much more intense, cold, vivid and saturated than the normal color of a blue sky.

The Blue Hour has inspired writers, musicians, filmmakers and photographers as well as painters.  The multi-disciplinary Belgian artist Jan Fabre produced a series of drawings called The Hour Blue.  Click here to see a video of his collaboration with the Kunsthistorishces Museum in Vienna.



The Candy Man...

THE CANDY MAN©2016 Felice PanagrossoOil on Panel10 x 8 inches

©2016 Felice Panagrosso
Oil on Panel
10 x 8 inches

Dear Friends and Family,

Candy has always played an important part in my life. My first memory of candy was as a little boy playing in my back yard. Mrs. Nolan would sit in her open window next door, on the second floor. She’d call to me and throw a paper bag filled with candy. It would sometimes get stuck in the grape arbor and I’d have to climb up to get it, but she was generally a good shot. My last memory of Mrs Nolan was when they took her away to the hospital for the last time. I was playing across the street on my friend’s stoop. She called to me and waved. I waved back, but I didn’t run across the street to talk to her or to give her a hug. I feel bad about that to this day.

We lived in a three family house owned by my grandmother. She had a tenant, Rosie, who lived on the third floor. As a boy I’d climb the stairs to Rosie’s flat in the mornings. She’d give me a cup of coffee and let me play with a big box of junk in her closet. Junk to her but treasure to me: parts of machines, ball bearings, tools, old jars and pottery. Then she’d give me two pieces of bubble gum, Bazooka bubble gum. It was always hard as a rock, at least when you first put it in your mouth.

My Dad, also, loved candy. He’d have birthday parties for us, with our friends and cousins, where each place setting was a paper plate piled high with candy. Chocolate bars, candy buttons, Junior Mints, wax lips, Good N’ Plenty. I still have home movies of these parties. Things would start off calm enough, but after about twenty minutes the sugar would hit our bloodstream and we’d all be bouncing off the walls.

Later, when I was grown up with my own kids, my Dad would carry hard candies in his pockets to give to them. Werther’s Caramels usually. I’d tell him not to give candy to the kids because it’s bad for them. He’d ignore me, thank goodness. He could always be counted on to have a Hershey’s Golden Bar (or two) stashed away for my Mom. Later, when we moved to France I’d take the kids to our local penny candy store. They’d make up candy bags to take to the States to give to Poppy.

He was the original Candy Man.


How do you find a missing train...?

Gare du Nord

©2002 Felice Panagrosso
Pen and Ink on Paper
50 x 65 centimeters

This is the time of year when people really start traveling in France. The two week school vacation for Parisian children has just ended, and the May holidays are still to come.  Train stations and airports have been busy with families going to the north and west coasts, and the south of France, or to other parts of Europe.  In a month or two the school trips for springtime will begin.  College students will be returning from abroad, being met at airports and railway stations.  Then come the summer vacations.

This is the Gare du Nord, in Paris, the busiest train station in Europe, and in fact the busiest train station in the world, outside of Japan.  It is one of six large train stations that serve Paris, connecting inter-city trains, suburban trains, and the Paris metro lines.

Claude Monet painted the Paris train stations.  He painted a series of paintings of the Gare St-Lazare, at least one of which you can see in the Musee D’Orsay.  He was interested in the changing light, the colors, the smoke and steam from the railway engines and early morning mist.  Unlike the steam engines of Monet’s time, the high-speed trains in my drawing above produce no smoke.  In this drawing of the Gare du Nord I focused on the line and structure of the station, in contrast to the movement of the crowds of people moving from place to place.

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