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Dale McNeil

Successive Shifts, 2011, oil on board, 11 x 14 in.

Leopoldo, 2011, oil on board, 9 x 11 in.

To Die With Pleasure (version 2), 2010, oil on board, 6 x 9 in.

Symbols of the Sun (version 3), 2011, oil on board, 11 x 14 in.

Dale McNeil will have work included in the upcoming Brucennial 2012. 
Opening Wednesday February 29, 6 - 9 PM
The exhibition, curated, by the Bruce High Quality Foundation and Vito Schnabel, will be on view from March 1 - April 20, 2012 at 159 Bleeker Street, New York, NY.

To view more of McNeil's work visit his website.

*All artwork © the artist.

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ariele @ brooklyn to west said…
These are fantastic! Serious congratulations to you both!
February 20, 2012 at 8:30 PM
Dale McNeil said…
Thank you Ariele! I hope we get to see you in a couple of weeks.
February 21, 2012 at 1:14 PM
alan said…
These look first rate. I'd love to see them in person.
February 26, 2012 at 6:42 PM
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