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Sharon Butler Lectures @ Zeitgeist Fine Art in Nashville

Artist and art writer Sharon Butler


Artist and art writer, Sharon Butler will participate in the Nashville Cultural Arts Project spting 2012 Insight? Outta Sight! lecture programs. The series, held @ Zeitgeist Fine Art, is designed to ignite creativity and discussion about contemporary art and social engagement.


Sharon Butler is an artist and art writer who maintains the award winning art blog Two Coats of Paint and is a contributing writer for the Brooklyn Rail. Butler has upcoming shows at Pocket Utopia in NYC, Real Art Ways in Hartford, CT and Seasons in Seattle, WA. She is a professor at Eastern Connecticut State University and divides her time between New York City and Washington DC.






Sharon Butler
Wednesday, March 28
Discussion: 6:30 - 7:30 pm
Pot Luck: 6:00 - 6:30 pm
please bring a dish/drink/question.


Zeitgeist Fine Art
1819 21st Avenue South
Nashville, TN 37212
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Sharon said…
Thanks for the shout Paul. I'm looking forward to meeting the artists in Nashville.......
March 27, 2012 at 9:19 AM
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