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CCV 'Interiors' @ Gristle Art Gallery x Trekell Art Supplies

On November 14, 2015, Gristle Art Gallery and Trekell Art Supplies proudly present ‘Interiors,’ a Copycat Violence Art Collective group exhibition. Featuring a new collection of work from Copycat Violence’s international artists, each piece was created using an 8×10” cradled Trekell George H. Simkims birch panel in a diverse range of artistic styles and mediums.

Delving into the nadir of mind, body and soul, where darkness and light merge with fluid relation, ‘Interiors’, explores the tortuous chambers of desire, fear, dreamscapes and nightmares. Breaching the walls of our haunting inner demons, unresolved feelings, nuanced emotions, and unspoken words, each artist renders their own unique interpretations and surreal visions.


Opening Reception:
November 14, 2015 

Exhibition Dates:
November 14- January 31, 2016

26 Bushwick Ave. | Brooklyn NY 11211

For additional information, please contact the collective and/or gallery directly at the following
Copycat Violence: copycatviolence@yahoo.com | Gristle Gallery: Dina@gristletattoo.com

“Far from ordinary, the drivers of Copycat Violence are a worldwide collective of efflorescent, elegant, and simultaneously visceral visual artists. Working together to bring the cutting edge in figurative and narrative artworks in the form of group and supporting independent exhibitions, this collective excels in redefining the exquisite and encouraging the extraordinary.” – Copycat Violence Art Collective

Participating Artists
Alex Garant, Amanda Stalter, Bella Harris, Brynn Elizabeth, Catherine Moore, Chris Bodily (Hatrobot), Dean McDowell, Ellen Wilberg, Emi Slade, Faye Osman, Helena Reis, Ingrid Tusell, Joshua Coffy, Joshua Roman, Julia Gabrielov, Kamille Freske, Kmye Chan, Kristen Ferrell, Laurie McClave, Marjolein Caljouw, Matthew Dutton, Megan Buccere, Melissa Hartley, Patricia Ariel, Peemonster, Poppy Lawman, Ryan Myers, Stephanie Law, Tracy Lewis

Comments

Maria said…
Love it :-)

I do miniature art myself at nails :-)

Have a lovely evening.

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