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Sideshow Nation III: Circle the Wagons @ Sideshow Gallery


Enrico Gomez


Jeffrey Cortland Jones


Kazimira Rachfal


Paul Behnke


Rick Briggs



Katherine Bradford


Rob de Oude


Loren Munk


Karen Schifano


Anne Russinof


Kim Uchiyama


James Biederman


Jodi Manasevit


Mark Zimmerman and Emily Berger


Steven Alexander


Karen Marston


Bob Witz


Larry Poons


Carolanna Parlato


Arthur Yanoff


Sandi Slone


Melissa Staiger


Kayla Mohammadi


Janet Kurnatowski


Chris Martin


Marina Adams


Tom Evans


Louise P. Sloane


Paul Resika


Peter Acheson


Deborah Brown


Vincent Romaniello


Thornton Willis


Margrit Lewczuk


Larry Lee Webb


Lori Ellison


Forrest Meyers


Eliot Markell


Susan Ross (top) and Jason Rohlf


Gudrun Mertes-Frady


Ronnie Landfield


Erik Johnson


Paul D'Agostino


Stephen Maine


Don Christensen





Installation view.


Installation view.


Installation view.


Gallery owner/painter, Richard Timperio and Christy Bremer.


Christy Bremer




Sideshow Nation III: Circle the Wagons

Through March 15, 2015

319 Bedford Ave
Brooklyn, NY 11211

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