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Upcoming and Ongoing: Jeffrey Cortland Jones, Dan Roach, And David T Miller

Jeffrey Cortland Jones

Tilting at Windmills
Curated by Dustin M. Price

featuring work by: Jeffrey Cortland Jones, Chris Kineke, Diana Behl, Jo Palmer, Brad Guarino, Nichole Maury, Rosalyn Richards, Sarah Stonefoot, John Chang, Garric Simonsen, Kuzana Ogg, Jillian Dickson, and Ellen Siebers

December 7 - January 22, 2013
The Wisconsin Union Galleries
Porter Butts Gallery
The University of Wisconsin




Dan Roach, Falling to the West, 2012, oil on panel, 19.5 x 14.5 cm.

Dan Roach: Recent Paintings and Drawings
December 8 - 30, 2012
Campden Gallery
High Street
Chipping Campden
Glouchestershire
GL55 AG6




David T Miller

Java Jive: New Work by David T Miller
Through December 2012
Green Line Cafe
Powelton Village
3649 Lancaster Avenue
Philadelphia, PA




*All images courtesy of the artists




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