On Paper at Minus Space

Rudolf de Crignis, Painting #E92204, 1993
Watercolor and graphite on paper
15 x 11 1/4 inches (unframed), 17 5/8 x 13 5/8 inches (framed)
Courtesy Rudolf de Crignis Estate

ON PAPER

Roberta Allen | Douglas Allsop | Hartmut Böhm

Vincent Como | Julian Dashper | Rudolf de Crignis

Nate Ethier | Cris Gianakos | James Howell

Russell Maltz | Michael Rouillard | Erik Saxon

Kate Shepherd | Howard Smith | Tilman

Li Trincere | Sanford Wurmfeld

July 9 - August 13, 2016

(then by appointment only from August 14 - September 5)

Opening: Saturday, July 9, 6-9pm

MINUS SPACE is delighted to present the summer group exhibition On Paper, highlighting several generations of artists innovating at the intersection of reductive abstraction and paper. The exhibition will feature a single work by seventeen established artists from the United States, Germany, New Zealand, and United Kingdom.

On Paper will present spare, holistic works depicting geometric shapes, patterns, color systems, and diagrams made from a diverse range of media, including ink, pencil, colored pencil, pastel, watercolor, acrylic, transfer, screenprint, offset print, and photogram on a wide array of hand- and machine-made paper supports.

Minus Space

Brooklyn, NY

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