Four Exhibits to Catch and See

Nate Plotkin, Mineral Composition, 2017, graphite on paper, 11 x 14 in.

Nate Plotkin: Mystery Channels

On view through March 11, 2018

Shrine
191 Henry Street
New York, NY 10002

Susan Cantrick

Susan Cantrick: Impure Situation(s)

Opening March 22, 6:30 pm

March 23 - April 3, 2018

The Pave D'orsay
48 Rue de Lille
75007
Paris, France

Daniel John Gadd,
Untitled, 2017, oil, aluminum, mirrored glass, mastic and metal leaf on wooden panels, 106x70 in.

Daniel John Gadd: Volta NY 2018 (Booth D10)

March 7 - 11, 2018

David & Schweitzer Contemporary

Volta takes place at Peir 90 (West 50th Street)
New York, NY10019

Brenda Goodman and Amy Pleasant

Brenda Goodman and Amy Pleasant: NADA New York (Booth 2.30)

March 8 - 11, 2018

Jeff Bailey Gallery

NADA takes place at 550 Washington Street
New York, NY

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Retrospective: Sylvester Stallone - Paintings 1975 - 2015

Sylvester Stallone, Untitled (Michael Jackson) , 2010 Real Love: Paintings 1975 - 2015 Opened on May 16th Musée d'Art Moderne et d'Art Contemporaine Place Yves Klein 06364 Nice cedex 4 For more information visit artnet news .

Franz Kline: In Color

Franz Kline (1910-1962) is often pigeonholed as a "black and white" painter. Above is a selection of work by the Ab-Ex master in which color merges with gesture and at times takes center stage.

After Lorca By Ted Hughes

Arshile Gorky, Dark Green Painting , ca.1948, oil on canvas, 43 3/4 x 55 1/2 in. © 2009 Estate of Arshile Gorky/Artists Rights Society (ARS), New York. AFTER LORCA by Ted Hughes The clock says "When will it be morning?" The sun says "Noon hurt me." The river cries with its mouthful of mud And the sea moves every way without moving. Out of my ear grew a reed Never touched by mouth. Paper yellows, even without flame, But in words carbon has already become diamond. A supple river of mirrors I run on Where great shadows rise to the glance, Flowing all forward and bringing The world through my reflection. A voice like a ghost that is not Rustle that dead in passage Leaving the living chilled, Wipe clear the pure glass of stone. Wipe clear the pure stone of flesh. A son...

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