Carol Corey Fine Art

14/07/2025

And, that’s a wrap.
Last day in the gallery. Feeling very sad to leave the Kent Barns community. But, on to the next adventure! (I’m open to suggestions, btw…)

06/06/2025

This is the final weekend of Roz Chast’s exhibition, on view through Sunday, June 8.
It is also the gallery’s last show. My heartfelt thanks to the artists, collectors, curators and visitors who have supported the gallery. It has been a wonderful five years in Kent. On to new ventures!

31/05/2025

There are still available one dozen of Roz Chast’s extraordinary pysanky eggs.
Stop by and make a selection!

23/05/2025

Join us for a town wide art walk tomorrow, Saturday’ May 24. Galleries will stay open late, with refreshments from 4 to 7 pm.

Work by Roz Chast is currently on view

03/05/2025

Lovely piece, thank you

The gallery's closing brings mixed emotions and lots of laughter.

29/04/2025

Really lovely article by Jamie Larson for Rural Intelligence. Thank you for hitting exactly the right tone.
Link in bio
Roz Chast’s exhibition opens this Saturday, May 3, from 4 to 6.

29/04/2025

Countdown to Roz Chast’s exhibition Opens in four days, Saturday, May 3. Reception from 4 to 6.

The show will include drawings for the most recent New Yorker cartoons, as well as a selection of the magazine’s cover drawings. It will also feature new embroideries and pysanky eggs.

19/04/2025

No, it’s not just a dream - an exhibition of Roz Chast’s new work opens in two weeks! The show will include drawings for the most recent New Yorker cartoons, as well as a selection of the magazine’s cover drawings. It will also feature new embroideries and pysanky eggs. Reception is Saturday, May 3, 2025 from 4 to 6 pm.

04/04/2025

Spring is coming back to the Kent Barns!
Stop by and see us.

09/03/2025

I love this juxtaposition!
Elise Ansel and Clay Johnson in “Hazy Shade of Winter.”

On view through March 23, 2025

02/03/2025

The title for the exhibition “Hazy Shade of Winter” was inspired by the Simon & Garfunkel song, on a dreary day in the end of January. Things were looking pretty desolate, on many levels, and I kept thinking of time — and hope — slipping away. The lyrics felt very appropriate: “Time, time, time, look what’s become of me.... Look around, leaves are brown, and the sky is a hazy shade of winter ...

Hang on to your hopes, my friend
That’s an easy thing to say
But if your hope should pass away
Simply pretend
That you can build them again...”

With luck— and perseverance— winter’s darkest hour is a sign that spring is on its way and we can find a way to build again.

In view through March 23, 2025