Introducing

Felina’s Art Gallery is not a room with frames on walls. It’s a frequency you step into.

Born on the Shore and tuned to the long rhythm of Lake Superior, Felina’s work feels like driftwood that learned to dream. It carries rust, starlight, shoreline ghosts, old Ojibwe wind, punk-rock tenderness, and the quiet defiance of someone who refuses to make small things. Her art doesn’t decorate space, it claims it.

This is gallery-as-port, gallery-as-lighthouse. Her Hound is Lanter Light House La Pointe. A place where outsiders become insiders and the walls tell stories back. Every piece feels like it survived something. Every brushstroke is a map of where she’s been and a dare to where you’re headed.

You heard her name in a song because her work already lives in rhythm. It moves. It breathes. It belongs in the same universe as Captain Bob at the wheel, waves slapping hull, neon bar lights, and the Family of I rising.

Felina isn’t selling art.
She’s building a shoreline for the soul.

From Washburn to wherever the tide carries you, her gallery slaps coast to coast. 🌊🎨