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Friday in Chelsea

Kim Dorland: For Lori @ Mike Weiss Gallery
June 23 - August 27
















Summer Show Private Events @ Blank Space 
August 4 - September 2

Anne Russinof

Matthew Langley


J.T. Kirkland



Ghost in the Machine, curated by Stephen Westfall @ Lennon, Weinberg, Inc.
June 23 - August 19

Rachel Beach

Don Christensen

Stephen Westfall

Jackie Meier


Nicholas Krushenick

Harriet Korman

Don Voisine

John McLaughlin

Thomas Raggio

Jennifer Riley

Artist include: John McLaughlin, Nicholas Krushenick, Don Christensen,
Harriet Korman, Don Voisine, Stephen Westfall, Jennifer Riley, Rachel Beach, 
Jackie Meier, and Thomas Raggio.


Christopher Wilmarth @ Betty Cuningham Gallery
July 7 - August 12















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Anonymous said…
Thanks for posting this. Love love Harriet Korman. And the McLaughlin is somewhat of a revelation. It's weird - simultaneously recognizable latecubist geometric abstract style, and yet very contemporary funky discovery.
August 13, 2011 at 6:14 AM
Paul Behnke said…
Hi vc.
I've admired your own work often.
Missed seeing it since you dropped from FB so I'm glad to find your blog!
August 13, 2011 at 6:59 AM
Anonymous said…
Thanks-likewise.
August 13, 2011 at 8:30 PM
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