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Dark Matters @ Steven Harvey Fine Art Projects

Ryan Cobourn

Bill Jensen

Bill Jensen

Arthur Dove

Arthur Dove

Andrea Belag

Ellen Phelan

Ellen Phelan

Installation view

Installation view



Dark Matters
Andrea Belag, Ryan Cobourn, Arthur Dove, Bill Jensen, Ellen Phelan
February 23 - March 18, 2012
Steven Harvey Fine Art Projects
208 Forsyth Street
New York, NY 10002

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Ravenna Taylor said…
oh, I wish I'd gotten there yesterday! I was in a very small radius for a very short time, and now it's closed! Looks like a great show. So thank you for posting the photos. very appreciative of your coverage of shows I can't see!
March 25, 2012 at 7:51 AM
Terry Greene said…
From your post this looked such a stylish show - i would have loved to have seen those two Arthur Dove paintings.
April 3, 2012 at 12:30 PM
Paul Behnke said…
Those Dove's were incredible!
April 3, 2012 at 2:18 PM
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