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 EC, Defeating Silence, 2014, household paint, acrylic, oil, and collage on canvas, 102x104 cm.


As Wide As A Door Is Open: Material Images
Dominic Beattie   Stephen Buckley   John Bunker   EC   Christopher McSherry
Opening: Friday, September 5th, 6 - 9 PM
September 5 - October 11, 2014
15 Clerkenwell Close
London EC1R 0AA





Deborah Zlotsky, Senetto, 2014, oil on canvas, 48x48 in.


Deborah Zlotsky: It happened, but not to you
Opening: Friday, September 12, 6 - 8 PM
September 11 - October 11, 2014
529 W 20th Street, 6W
New York, NY 10011





 Todd Bienvenu, Backseat, 2013, oil on canvas, 47x37.5 in.


Todd Bienvenu: Borrowing Tomorrow's Fun
Opening: Friday, September 5, 6 - 9 PM
September 5 - September 30, 2014
56 Bogart St.
Brooklyn, NY 11206





Georgina Pollard, 2014, Yesn' no, acrylic house paint, 88x88 cm.


Georgina Pollard: Through Line III
Opening: Wednesday, August 27, 6 -8 PM
August 27 - September 20, 2014
191 Wislon St., Newtown
Sydney, Australia




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