My examiner.com article about the exhibit:
Art 101: BWAC's "Celebrate 20" Spring 2012 Art Show - New York NY | Examiner.com.
Also see the slideshow sneak preview with 40 images from the exhibit:
Pictures - BWAC Spring 2012 Art Show - New York NY | Examiner.com.
Art works in Tabla Rasa's ongoing exhibits in the front of the gallery are more expensive, but after viewing those exhibits continue to the backroom (where art works are stored and packed for shipping and the gallery owners have their office) for an art sale in which all art works have prices no greater than $400.
View the slideshow and read the entire article on examiner.com
Two of Shoshana’s paintings can be seen in the upstairs Bay 2 photo. Click on the newyorkpanorama.com link and then click on the image on the bottom left and zoom in a little. They are on the right behind the sculpture.
Tuesday night Shoshana volunteered at the homeless shelter in the basement of Brooklyn Heights Synagogue and took Wednesday off from work, so we spent the afternoon at the Metropolitan Museum of Art where we saw contemporary paintings by Australian Aborigine artists (mostly acrylic on canvas).
"Awelye, Bush Melon, and Bush Melon Seed Dreamings" by Minnie Pwerle
"Yarla Yam Dreaming" by Lorna Fencer Napurrula
"Bush Fire Dreaming" by Ronnie Tjampitjinpa
We also saw the Samurai Arms and Armor exhibit (more Japanese swords than you're likely to ever see in one place--a must for Kill Bill fans) and the American Stories: Paintings of Everyday Life, 1765–1915 exhibit (most of which I had seen before at the Met, the Brooklyn Museum, and the Smithsonian's National Gallery, National Portrait Gallery, Museum of American Art, and other east coast art museums), as well as parts of the permanent collection. Of the latter I especially enjoyed Giacometti's Cat: 
We stayed in Manhattan, walked five blocks east and seven blocks south, and had dinner at A La Turka where we enjoyed the combination appetizer platter, the vegetable casserol, and a candied pear for dessert. Having missed the evening rush hour while we dined we walked nine blocks south and two blocks west and caught the F train for a one seat ride back to Brooklyn where we paid a shiva call at the home of a friend from shul who lives two blocks from us before returning home. This evening we made another shiva call at the home of another friend and shul member who also lost his mother (we've reached the age where our peers are burying their parents--fortunately ours are still alive and healthy). Tonight we'll stay in and listen to the authorized fireworks from the park as well as the neighborhood adolescents' illegal ones.
"Winpa" by Daniel Walbidi