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TOPS @ ArtsMemphis

Installation view w/ work by (from left) Igor Siddiqui and Dale McNeil



TOPS at ArtsMemphis 

TOPS at ArtsMemphis features artwork by:

Victoria Sambunaris, Seth Kelly, Chris Dorland, Terri Phillips, Sarah Jones, Lester Merriweather, Dan Torop, Igor Siddiqui, Walter Robinson, Corinne Jones, Jered Sprecher, Dale McNeilPaul Edwards, Erin Harmon


Opening reception with guided tour by Matt Ducklo

Friday, September 19 | 6 – 8 pm

Through September 19 - November 14, 2014

TOPS gallery will adopt the ArtsMemphis office space and gallery September 19 through November 14. TOPS at ArtsMemphis brings work by artists affiliated with the gallery to ArtsMemphis’ friends and donors. 

The opening reception on Friday, September 19 will be at ArtsMemphis from 6 - 8 pm.

TOPS opened in October of 2012 with a show of photographer Victoria Sambunaris’ work and has since produced eleven one person shows. The gallery has shown work in varied mediums including sculpture, painting, installation, video, and photography.
The goal of the gallery is to produce ambitious exhibitions that engage the local community while simultaneously creating a dialogue with larger art centers.



*Above photograph courtesy of Dale McNeil

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