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Trans-cen-der: Session - September 2018

The featuring artists are inspired to make art based on their spiritual practice or beliefs. They will be presenting their artworks at a slideshare / artist talk event on Tuesday, September 25th. 7PM — 8:30PM at Art During the Occupation Gallery • 119 Ingraham Street Brooklyn, NY 11237.


Please join us on Tuesday, September 25 at Art During the Occupation Gallery for an event organized by Meer Musa.

 I will be presenting and discussing the role Spirituality plays in my work along 
with Arlene Rush, Jackie Shatz, Martin Dull, Mary Devincentis Herzog and Sasha Hallock.

 Session- September 2018
organized by Meer Musa 

 Tuesday September 25, 7 - 8:30 pm

 Art During the Occupation Gallery, Bushwick
119 Ingraham Street
Brooklyn, NY






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Anonymous said…
Break a leg-looks great. Wish I could be there. Someday I'd like to run a class on spirituality on contemporary art. Would have to educate myself first.
--vic colaizzi
September 25, 2018 at 6:44 AM
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