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Contemporary British Painting @ Saint Marylebone Crypt


Above: Terry Greene



Contemporary British Painting @ St. Marylebone Crypt
Monday 8 Dec 2014 – Thursday 1 Jan 2014
An exhibition of 40 British Painters (organised by Simon Burton)
Edwin Aitken | Amanda Ansell |
Claudia Boese | Jon Braley | Julian Brown | Simon Burton | Andrew Crane | Pen Dalton | Lisa Denyer |
Annabel Dover | Nathan Eastwood | Wendy Elia | Christopher Gee |
Chris Gilvan-Cartright | Terry Greene | Susan Gunn | Alex Hanna |
Marguerite Horner | Barbara Howey | SilvieJacobi | Kelly Jayne | Sue Kennington | Matthew Krishanu | Bryan Lavelle | Nick Middleton |
Andrew Munoz | Stephen Newton |
Gideon Pain | Barbara Peirson | Alison Pilkington | Robert Priseman
| Freya Purdue | James Quin | Greg Rook | Katherine Russell | David
Sullivan | Judy Tucker | Julie Umerle |
Jacquie Utley | Sean Williams
St. Marylebone Crypt 
Saint Marylebone Parish Church
17 Marylebone Road
London
NW1
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