Patricia Feinman

 I am a writer and a visual artist living in the Catskill mountains with Wanda, the rescue dog, who rescues me every day. 

I began my career as a figurative sculptor—in marble, of all things—in the early ’70’s, when conceptual art was at its peak. Paula Cooper, of the eponymously named gallery, and a major proponent of conceptual art, came to my studio with an art collector in tow and sold him one of my nudes. After I’d produced more than a dozen pieces in marble, I wanted to work bigger, faster, so I began to create larger-than-life-sized figures in plaster and taught myself to cast in concrete. In 1986, I had my first exhibition—a solo show at the Sutton Gallery on East Fifty-Seventh Street. 

My first book, Voices of the Sea, a dream series, combines pastel and charcoal drawings with a tone poem: two interlocking stories that fully intersect only at the very end. The drawings depict a nuclear family who find themselves in a garden of living sculptures, hunted by a satanic mansion owner, traveling through light and surreal landscapes until a mist threatens to devour them.  Woven throughout is the description of our desperate search for solid land as the currents toss us and tease us. Where are we now, we wonder as we dream of sun and sky.  Voices of the Sea is available for preorder from Querencia Press. http://www.querenciapress.com/voices-of-the-sea-by-patricia-feinman

LOSING ART, a memoir,  will be published by Running Wild/RIZE Press in 2026.

Art and I were both trapped in broken marriages, the parents of two young children, each. Over more than four years of platonic walks along the lesser known bay beaches of East Hampton, NY, we became friends, good friends, better friends, sitting as close as any two people could without touching—until desire blindsided us, and we were willing to give up everything just to be together. Once we found the courage to love, our world came apart. In a last-ditch effort to save our floundering business and ourselves, we left our four adolescents with their other parents and moved upstate to Catskill—the county seat of depression. 

When Art was diagnosed with terminal lung cancer, a chasm suddenly opened wide: he was dying and I wasn’t. 

Currently, I'm working on a novel, MINUS ONE, a coming of age story focusing on three generations of damaged, self-loathing, alcoholic/drug-addicted women. 

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