Textility @ The Visual Art Center of New Jersey

Sharon Butler, UniQlo, 2011, pigment, polymer, pencil, silver Krylon, thread, on canvas, linen and calico cotton, around 65 x 50 inches. © the artist.

Textility: Idiosyncratic Materiality

The Visual Art Center of New Jersey

68 Elm Street, Summit, NJ 07901

The exhibition opens on Friday, January 13, 6-8pm.

A fully illustrated catalog that includes essays by both curators will accompany the show. The exhibition runs through April 1, 2012.

Sunday, March 25, 2:00 pm-4:00 pm: join the artists and curators for a talk.

Participating artists: Joell Baxter, Caroline Burton, Sharon Butler, Mary Carlson, Jennifer Cecere, Pip Culbert, Elisa D'Arrigo, Grace DeGennaro, Barbara Ellmann, Carly Glovinski, Elana Herzog, Marietta Hoferer, Nava Lubelski, Stephen Maine, Lael Marshall, Derek Melander, Sam Messenger, Sam Moyer, Lalani Nan, Aric Obrosey, Gelah Penn, Debra Ramsay, Susan Still Scott, Arlene Shechet, Susanna Starr, Leslie Wayne, Ken Weathersby and Peter Weber.

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