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Karl Bielik, Bite

Paintings are there to be experienced, they are events. They are also to be meditated on and to be enjoyed by the senses, to be felt through the eye. Paintings are not to be reasoned with, they are not to baPaintings are there to be experienced, they are events. They are also to be meditated on and to be enjoyed by the senses, to be felt through the eye. Paintings are not to be reasoned with, they are not to bre to be recognized.

-John Hoyland

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Karl Bielik
Lisa Denyer
Rachael Macarthur
Matthew Macaulay
Sarah McNulty
Phoebe Mitchell
Joe Packer
Melanie Russell

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