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NYC Exhibition



The sudden realization that five of my girls are bound for an exhibition in NYC has left me in a state that can only be described as a sort of hazy exhilaration. I'm a little sad to see them go... but it's time they have a life that goes beyond the walls of my art studio.

For information on gallery dates or the purchase of these painting, please contact Justin Pettress at dreemzandco@gmail.com


(Back row, left to right: Carbon 24 x 30 oil on wood panel, Skull Eye 20 x 24 oil on wood panel. 
Front row, left to right: Thornebury 20 x 24 oil on wood panel, Impala 20 x 24 oi on wood panel, Nadia 20 x 24 oil on wood panel)

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I'm so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so proud of you, my love!
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Anonymous said…
wow you are such a talent, loooove!

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Sara. said…
Congrats to you that is amazing:)!
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Vintage Lollipops said…
Thank you so, so much for these lovely comments!!!
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