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Thornton Willis @ Elizabeth Harris






John Chamberlain @ Paula Cooper Gallery







Juan Usle @ Cheim & Read







Rachel Whiteread @ Luhring Augustine Gallery







Hermann Nitsch @ Leo Koenig Inc.






Kenneth Noland @ Mitchell - Innes & Nash





David Altmejd @ Andrea Rosen Gallery






Norman Bluhm @ Loretta Howard Gallery














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pam farrell said…
Hey...nice blog!
Thanks for this...
April 9, 2011 at 5:17 PM
Ryan said…
Looks great Paul, I don't get to see great work very much. Thanks for the invite. Ryan
April 9, 2011 at 5:33 PM
Jeffrey Collins said…
i'd say out of those pics of those shows my fav would have to be the Chamberlain show. I didn't know he was showing with Paula, thought he went over to the gosian side.
April 9, 2011 at 5:55 PM
Tim McFarlane said…
Nice selection of shows. Great post, Paul!
April 9, 2011 at 7:51 PM
Paul Behnke said…
Thanks for looking everyone
April 11, 2011 at 5:23 AM
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