Join Me at the Magical Bronte Christmas Art Show!

Hello, art lovers and holiday enthusiasts!

I'm thrilled to announce that I'll be participating in the enchanting Bronte Christmas Art Show this year! 🎨🎄 This festive event promises to be a delightful blend of creativity, community spirit, and holiday cheer.

Event Details:

What: Bronte Christmas Art Show
Where: Sovereign House, 7 West River Street, Bronte
When: Saturday November 16th, 10AM to 4PM
Admission: FREE!!

What to Expect:

Get ready for a visual feast! The historic Sovereign House will be transformed into a winter wonderland, showcasing a diverse array of artistic talents. From paintings to sculptures, jewelry to ceramics, there's something to captivate every art enthusiast.

As one of the featured artists, I'll be displaying my Bronte artwork, art cards, calendars and of course artwear made with my own art. So much fun! It's a perfect opportunity to find unique gifts for your loved ones or to treat yourself to a special piece of art.

Exciting Raffle:

Don't miss the chance to win an incredible gift basket filled with items donated by participating artists! All raffle proceeds will support the Bronte Historical Society, helping to preserve and celebrate our local heritage.

Why You Should Come:

Discover a wide range of local artistic talent
Find one-of-a-kind gifts for the holiday season
Support local artists and the Bronte Historical Society
Enjoy the festive atmosphere of Sovereign House
Participate in the community raffle for a chance to win amazing art pieces

Parking and Accessibility:

Parking is available at the in the adjacent lot.

I can't wait to share my work with you and be part of this wonderful community event. It's going to be a day filled with art, joy, and holiday spirit. Bring your friends, bring your family, and let's celebrate creativity together!

Mark your calendars and see you there!

Sabine

P.S. Feel free to reach out if you have any questions about the event or my artwork. I'd be happy to

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