Devotion Co-Curated by William Corwin at Catinca Tabacaru Gallery

Clockwise: 17th century icon, artist unknown, Will Corwin, Justin Orvis Steimer, Gail Stoicheff, Elizabeth Kley (wallpainting) Rachel Monosov.

Clockwise: Roxy Paine, Rachel Monosov, Carin Riley, Rico Gatson, Elizabeth Kley (lanterns), Joyce Pensato (Elmos in back), Serra Victoria Bothwell Fels (Rood screen), Rico Gatson (throne), Mike Ballou (rug)

Clockwise: Rico Gaston, Elizabeth Kley (wallpainting and Lantern) Carin Riley, Rachel Monosov, Justin Orvis Steimer, Roxy Paine, Paul Anthony Smith, Kati Preti.

All photos courtesy David Riley

Devotion

co-curated by William Corwin

featuring work by: Mike Ballou, Joe Brittain, William Corwin, Serra Victoria Bothwell Fels, Elizabeth Ferry, Rico Gatson, Elisabeth Kley, Rachel Monosov, Roxy Paine, Joyce Pensato, Katie Bond Pretti, Carin Riley, Paul Anthony Smith, Justin Orvis Steimer, Gail Stoicheff and Sophia Wallace

Through January 17, 2015

Catinca Tabacaru Gallery

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