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On View in Chelsea: 5/20/14
















Jay DeFeo
through June 7, 2014
534 W 26th Street
New York, NY 10001



 








Joel Shapiro: Works on Paper 2011-2013
through June 28, 2014
PACE
508 W 25th Street
New York, NY 10001





 Artist, Erin Lawlor takes in the exhibition.



Joan Mitchell: The Black Drawings and Related Works
through June 28, 2014
Lennon, Weinberg, Inc
514 W 25th Street
New York, NY 10001













Joan Mitchell: Trees
through August 29, 2014
Cheim & Read
547 W 25th Street
New York, NY 10001








Ken Price: Large Sculptures
through June 28, 2014
Matthew Marks Gallery
522 W 22nd Street
New York, NY 10001


Comments

Ravenna Taylor said…
Thanks for your great blog, Paul.
Did you document the Pierre Soulages show, by any chance?
June 28, 2014 at 8:50 AM
Paul Behnke said…
Thanks Ravenna.
No, I didn't get to see it.
July 6, 2014 at 12:11 AM
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