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Drink and Draw w/ Julie Torres @ Heiner Contemporary

The artist Julie Torres. Photo by Eric Trosko.


In conjunction with the exhibition "Austin Thomas: Studies," Heiner Contemporary is hosting a series of salon-style events that bring members of the artistic community into the gallery for special programs. Please join us next Saturday for an afternoon of drawing and socializing! This low-key gathering encourages thoughtful, experimental collaborations between artists.

Some things you might bring:

1. Stuff you like to draw with that you don't mind sharing: pens, markers, ink, pencils, water-based paints, etc.

2. Half-begun, discarded, or neglected drawings or doodles- these could provide a great starting point for someone else.

We encourage participants to abandon their usual art-making practices for one day and engage in some process-free fun. We hope to see you there!

Drink and Draw w/ Julie Torres
Saturday, Feb 11
12 - 5 PM
1675 Wisconsin Avenue NW
Washington D.C. 20007



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