Lost Cat at the Cape Cod Museum of Art

Brian Edmonds, A Little Rage is Good, 2015

A group exhibition curated by Betty Carroll Fuller and Susan Carr featuring work by: Andre van der Wende, Anne Flash, Ayn S. Choi, Bailey Bob Bailey, Bernard Klevickas, Bert Yarborough, Betty Carroll Fuller, Bonny Leibowitz, Breon Dunigan, Brian Edmonds, Carole Ann Danner, Colleen Deery, Damien Hoar de Galvan, Dennis Masback, Elizabeth Gourlay, Ellen Rich, Emily Auchincloss, Eric Hibit, Farrell Brickhouse, Frankie Gardiner, Gerry McLean, Helen O’Leary, Irene Lipton, James Austin Murray, James Balla, Jan Lhormer, Jody Morlock, Joe Diggs, Judy Rifka, Julie Torres, Katherine Bradford, Liza Bingham, Maddy Rosenberg, Mark Milroy, Michael Ballou, Michael Ricardo Andreev, Noe Jimenez, Ola Manana, Pam Glick, Paul Bowen, Peter Reginato, Peter Williams, Polly Schindler, Robert Henry, Sue Post, Susan Breen, Susan Carr, Susan Lyman, Susan Rostow, Valerie Brennan, Vicky Tomayko, Wendy Klemperer and Zehra Khan.

On view through January 17, 2016.

Cape Cod Museum of Art

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