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beautiful.bizarre Curated Exhibition ‘Femme to Femme Fatale’ @ Modern Eden Gallery


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Opening Reception:
Saturday, September 17, 2016 | 6– 9pm

Exhibition Dates:
September 17 – October 8, 2016

801 Greenwich Street @ Mason and Columbus
San Francisco, CA 94133 United States

For pricing and to inquire about any of the 60 works, email Kim Larson at kim@moderneden.com

“The artists that have come together to be part of the “Femme to Femme Fatale” exhibition are incredibly impressive. I am honoured that I, and beautiful.bizarre have been able to inspire such a exceptional and diverse group of artists from various styles and genres to come together and explore the feminine in contemporary art and society. I think this speaks to the wonderful reputation that beautiful.bizarre has built over the last 3+ years as a business that truly respects and values artists, and of course is madly in LOVE with the incredible work they produce.” ~ Danijela Krha, Co-Founder & Editor-in-Chief, beautiful.bizarre

Exhibiting Artists:

Jennybird Alcantara, Jaclyn Alderete, Erin Anderson, Glenn Arthur, Jasmine Becket-Griffith, Kelsey Beckett, Chris Berens, Daniel Bilodeau, Graeme Balchin, Lauren Brevner, Jana Brike, Troy Brooks, Leilani Bustamante, Saturno Butto, Dorielle Caimi, Sandra Chevrier, Colin Christian, Young Chun, Sam Wolfe Connelly, Fin Dac, Vanessa Dakinsky, Sheri De Bow, Camilla d’Errico, Julia de Ville, Julie Filipenko, Michael Foulkrod, Alex Garant, Derek Gores,Mab Graves, Chris Guest, Handiedan, Hush, Sarah Joncas, Caia Koopman, Marie Larkin, Joshua Lawyer, Edith Lebeau, Tracy Lewis, Sergio Lopez, Mahlimae, Alessandra Maria, Pippa McManus, Menton3, Philip Munoz, Tran Nguyen, Cate Rangel, Conrad Roset, Popovy Sisters, Tatiana Suarez, Ania Tomicka, Tatyana Trifonova, Brian M. Viveros, Redd Walitzki, Helice Wen, Zoe Williams, Pamela Wilson, Bec Winnel, Hannah Yata, Chie Yoshii, Kate Zambrano

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