In Process with Valerie Brennan

Valerie Brennan is a painter currently based in Nicosia, Cyprus.
In addition to painting vibrant, complex and painterly works, Brennan also edits the popular painters' blog Studio Critical - providing insight into the working methods of contemporary painters in an interview format.
She is represented by Apocalypse Gallery in Cyprus and Curating Contemporary Projects: an online platform. Brennan's most recent one person exhibit, in the New York area, was No Chance of Rain at Giampietro Gallery in New haven, CT. She recently participated in Julie Torres' group exhibition, What I Like About You, held in conjunction with Bushwick Open Studios 2013.

In this post we follow the development of her 2013 piece Not Yet Titled.

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Not Yet Titled, 2013, oil and spray paint on panel, 100x120cm.

Valerie Brennan in her studio in Madrid, 2012

To view more of Valerie Brennan's work follow the link to her website here.

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