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TOPS @ ArtsMemphis

 Photograph on left by Matt Ducklo of the interior of TOPS Gallery and on the right a painting by Dale McNeil.


 Walter Robinson


 Chris Dorland


 Igor Siddiqui


 Paul Edwards


Work by Terri Phillips with paintings by Dale McNeil and Jered Sprecher.


 Jered Sprecher


 Dale McNeil


 
 Guy Church


Paul Edwards (left) and Corinne Jones


An attendee at the opening, on September 19th, views a painting by Paul Edwards.
Photograph courtesy of ArtsMemphis' Instagram




TOPS @ ArtsMemphis
Victoria Sambunaris, Seth Kelly, Chris Dorland, Terri Phillips, Sarah Jones, Lester Merriweather, Dan Torop, Igor Siddiqui, Walter Robinson, Corinne Jones, Jered Sprecher, Dale McNeil, Paul Edwards, and Erin Harmon

through November 14, 2014

ArtsMemphis
575 South Mendenhall
Memphis, TN 38117 

 *All photos by Dale McNeil except where noted.
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