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Gili Levy @ Chase Family Gallery in West Hartford, CT






From the Press Release:

Israeli artist Gili Levy's paintings dwell in the realm of the intimate. They do so in their way of telling a personal story and in the means by which it is told. Depicting people, places, or abstract relationships, they all share a similar vision through a consistent sense of color and a unique way of juxtaposing elements in space. In essence, and throughout the different topics they choose to explore, they articulate through paint a certain way of being, which is both performative and experienced.



Gili Levy: Will you find me?

 curated by Jill Greenspan Ziplow
April 2 - May 7, 2015

Chase Family Gallery 
335 Bloomfield Avenue  
West Hartford, CT 06117
*Levy's work can also be seen in the group exhibition, Faceless: Figuring Immediacy + New Nudes, a group show curated by Julian Armand Jimarez- Howard. Opening April 4, 7 - 10 PM @ OUTLET Gallery, 253 Wilson Avenue, Brooklyn.
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