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South of No North, East of No West @ Lowe Mill


Sabine Tress, Cologne, DE

  
 Ky Anderson, Brooklyn, NY
photo: Andy Ryan


 Karl Bielik, London, UK
photo: Lorna Milburn


Curating Contemporary Projects presents a painting exhibition curated by Brian Edmonds for Lowe Mill in Huntsville, AL.

The show features work by: 

Ky Anderson, Paul Behnke, Karl Bielik, Valerie Brennan, Clayton Colvin, Brian Cypher, James Lambert, William Lawler, Meg Lipke, Dale McNeil, David T Miller, Amy Pleasant, Peter Schulte, Vicki Sher, Julie Torres, Sabine Tress, and Rebecca Young.

A full color catalogue is available for order here.

Opening Reception: January 9, 6 - 8 PM
January 7 - February 28, 2015
Second Floor North Gallery
2211 Seminole Drive
Huntsville, AL 35805



 Valerie Brennan, Cyprus


David T Miller, Ambler, PA


 Dale McNeil, Memphis, TN
photo: Kristin Rutschman


 Meg Lipke, Brooklyn, NY


 Paul Behnke, Brooklyn, NY
photo: Brad Jones


Amy Pleasant, Birmingham, AL


South of No North East of No West curator Brian Edmonds, Huntsville, AL
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About Connie Goldman said…
Looks like a great show. Congratulations!
January 4, 2015 at 5:13 PM
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