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Kyle Staver, Unicorn and Shooting Star, 2015, oil on canvas, 42 x 36 in.


Kyle Staver: Tall Tales
Steven Harvey Fine Art Projects
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Samuel Laurence Cunnane, Wing Mirror, 2013, hand-printed C-type print on archival photo paper, framed, 
edition 2/3, image size 3.9 x 5.9 in / 10 x 15 cm

Samuel Laurence Cunnane
Theodore:Art
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Dan Christensen (Estate), Couvade, 1979, acrylic on canvas, 74 x 81 in.

Dan Christensen: Retrospective
Berry Campbell
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Katherine Bernhardt, installation view

Katherine Bernhardt: Pablo and Efrain
Venus over Manhattan
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Mark Zimmerman, Atlas Trilogy (studio view)


Mark Zimmerman: Atlas Trilogy and Other Paintings
Narthex Gallery at Saint Peter's Church
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Pablo Picasso, Glass of Absinthe, 1914


Pablo Picasso: Picasso Sculpture
The Museum of Modern Art
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Stephen Maine, P15-0720, 2015, acrylic on canvas, 100 x 80 in. (studio view)

Stephen Maine: New Paintings
Hionas Gallery
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