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Clay Opening, New Show, and New Studio...

It's all happening! You ask the universe for some changes and it happens. You just have to believe and work hard!
The Works in Clay Opening was beautiful last night at The Art Center West, in Roswell. We had a good turn out and it runs until May 22- so there is plenty of time to support your "artsy cats".





 Next, I am pleased to announce I got into the "Woof, Meow, Chirp and Slither" Juried Exhibition at Florida Craft Art that opens June 7 and runs thru Aug. 10. So if you are in St. Petersburg, Fl- stop in to see a fun show based on animals we love. www.floridacraftart.org

Finally, on another note...Ive been a bit quiet online and on social media lately because I have moved into a fabulous new studio in Historic Roswell, Ga. It is located in The Atlanta Street Art Collective. and there are a total of 10 artists residing there. The space is beautiful and the light is gorgeous! Ive been so busy making work for my shows that Ive moved in the bare essentials. Here is a sneak peek at my space. If you are in town feel free to email me at nicole@nicolemerkens.com if you want to schedule a visit. 



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