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Gather / Discuss: A Talk with Benjamin Pritchard and Benjamin La Rocco




There have been some great chances to catch an in depth look at the work of Benjamin Pritchard.
The latest opportunity is on view through October 27th at SFA Projects in the form of the two person exhibition The Time Circle.
Pritchard and Benjamin La Rocco have long discussed the possibility of this exhibition that explores and reinforces the two's common concerns.

This Sunday on the final day of the exhibition SFA Projects will host an informal gathering and discussion on the ongoing dialogue between these two longtime friends.

Gather / Discuss
Sunday, October 27, 3 - 6 PM
SFA Projects
526 W 26th Street (Chelsea Location)
New York, NY




Benjamin La Rocca

Benjamin Pritchard 

Benjamin Pritchard

Benjamin La Rocco

Benjamin Pritchard

Benjamin Pritchard

Detail from above

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