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Eggs and Horses and Dreams

Leonora Carrington’s work unfurls like a dream, both familiar and not. As in her sui generis short stories, mysterious human-animal hybrids populate the fantastical landscapes of her paintings, speaking in riddles, partaking in oblique ceremonies, eating sumptuous feasts. Blending iconography from mystical and religious traditions the world over, Carrington’s work hints at a hidden all-encompassing language of symbols, one that represents the inseparability of the universe and fertility (eggs crop up repeatedly , and now “,” the first solo exhibition of her work to appear in New York in twenty-two years. The show, an off-site presentation by Gallery Wendi Norris, is on view through June 29 at 926 Madison Avenue, New York, NY, where the gallery will also host Opus Siniestrus: The Story of the Last Egg

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