Meta Vista @ 16 Wilson

16 Wilson, 16 Wilson Ave, Bushwick, Brooklyn

Matthew Neil Gehring

Jason Karolak, Beth Gilfilen, Paul Behnke and Vincent Como (l to r)

Jason Karolak

Joan Mellon

Beth Gilfilen

Rebecca Murtaugh

Rebecca Murtaugh (detail)

Kirk Stoller

Jason Karolak

Matthew Neil Gehring

Joan Mellon

Paul Behnke

Jason Karolak and Beth Gilfilen

Matthew Neil Gehring and Vincent Como

Paul Behnke and Joan Mellon (center)

Matthew Neil Gehring

Joan Mellon

Rachel Beach

Vincent Como

Beth Gilfilen

Opening night. Photo by Matthew Neil Gehring

Meta Vista
Curated by Matthew Neil Gehring
Hosted by Deborah Brown

With work by: Rachel Beach, Paul Behnke, Vincent Como, Matthew Neil Gehring, Beth Gilfilen, Jason Karolak, Joan Mellon, Rebecca Murtaugh, and Kirk Stoller

Runs through November 9, 2013
16 Wilson
16 Wilson Avenue
Bushwick, Brooklyn, NY

gallery hours: Sat - Sun, 1 - 6 PM

Also on view concurrently at curatingcontemporary.com

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