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Painting Double Whammy: Gorchov And Hofmann In Chelsea























Ron Gorchov
Exhibition continues through April 28, 2012
Cheim & Read
547 W 25th Street
New York, NY 10011
catalog available
















Hans Hofmann: Art Like Life is Real
March 15 - April 21, 2012
Ameringer McEnery Yohe
525 W 22nd Street
New York, NY 10011


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Ravenna Taylor said…
Great post, thank you
April 22, 2012 at 7:06 PM
ariele @ brooklyn to west said…
Wow, these paintings are so intriguing. Thank you Paul!
April 25, 2012 at 7:43 AM
Terry Greene said…
I popped over to your blog the other day to look at the Gorchov's and got totally beguiled by the Hofmann's which stayed in my minds eye!
May 3, 2012 at 1:03 PM
Paul Behnke said…
I'm really into Hofmann at the moment!
May 3, 2012 at 2:46 PM
Terry Greene said…
I can see why - those close-ups of the black form, with its specks of red, yellow & blue are stunning and incredibly revealing.
May 8, 2012 at 12:50 AM
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