Diane Feught’s New “Queen of Heaven” Series
Good friend and amazing artist Diane Feught sent me this invitation to the opening for www.women, a significant group show upcoming in Toronto’s Headbones Gallery. Diane’s Q’an Yin drawing on the invite above is part of the “Queen of Heaven” series featured in the exhibition, while her darkly stunning Yama image can be seen here in the Press Release from Headbones Gallery.
This promises to be a powerful exhibition, with work from Aleks Bartosik, Louise Bourgeois, Judy Chicago, Donna Cleary, Diane Feught, Angela Grossman, Geurilla Girls, Heidi Hatry, Donna Kriekle, Julie Oakes, Allyson Mitchell, Faith Ringgold, Carolee Shneemann, Robin Tewes, Betty Tompkins, and Monica Weiss.
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Kohl – the beauty of the eye
At the Vancouver Folk Festival there was a guy selling gold and red slippers from Morocco at a stand with leather bags and small amber scented blocks to rub on the skin. But best of all, he had kohl for the eyes. I hadn’t had any since the glass container of kohl from Hooman had burst. When I first started using it, it was just such a lovely thing to do. Using the stick and closing the eye on it as I drew the stick across the closed lids. Then opening my eyes, finding them lined with black. Suddenly my eyes look ancient, wise, beautiful, deep, eastern, womanly. And some mornings waking up with the kohl sort of messed up, a little bit slutty-looking. The eyes – covered with a slight film from the kohl, seeming to be protected from the sun. You need no other eye makeup. Years ago at Burning Man, I had the kohl from Hooman, and used it every day. It became a ritual. At first it can seem too intense, but then you find it becomes the new normal. And as I age, I find there is womanly beauty and wisdom of the earth in eyes lined in kohl. Something I can do forever.
From the Stars
From the Stars, originally uploaded by Carol Sill.
Here the eternal feminine forces of moon and water bring messages to earth in a procession pouring downward like a waterfall. Priestesses bear golden bowls, cups fill to overflowing, the mysterious planetary forces beam into our lives.








