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Please join us for “1959: Spirit of the Void,” a celebration of artists born in 1959 during DUMBO Open Studios, Saturday, April 27, 4-7 pm, for a toast and some birthday cake.
Curated by Sharon Butler and Stephanie Theodore (of ) Artists include Markus Baenziger, Sharon Butler, Elisabeth Condon, Dionisio Cortes, Catherine Howe, Dion Kliner, Robert Lansden, Xanda McCagg, Joseph Salerno, Mary Schiliro, Jane Swavely, and Amy Yoes.
The show will on view Saturday and Sunday, April 27 & 28, 1-6pm. Read more.
Where: Two Coats of Paint HQ (aka Sharon Butler’s studio)
55 Washington Street #454
Brooklyn, NY 11201 / Click for map.
, Brooklyn, NY. April 27-28, 1-6 pm.
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