Artist-run Space - London

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Charles Thomson founded the Stuckism International Gallery in 2002 in Charlotte Road, Shoreditch, in a four-story Victorian warehouse. He said, "The main space was my living room. It had sofas and normal home lighting ... People could come in, sit down, maybe have a cup of tea". The last show there was in 2004.

The Transition Gallery was founded in October 2002 in a converted garage close to Victoria Park, Hackney, London, and is run by artists Cathy Lomax and Alex Michon to show work by established and new contemporary artists. In 2006, the gallery moved to Regent Studios in Andrews Road, London. Charles Saatchi bought Stella Vine's painting Hi Paul Can You Come Over I'm Really Frightened from the gallery in 2004.

Stella Vine founded the Rosy Wilde gallery as an artist-run project space, in 2003 in a former butcher's shop in East London to showcase work by emerging artists.

studio1.1 was founded as a co-operative in 2003 and is run by artists Michael Keenan and Keran James. The gallery is an artist-run, not-for-profit space, located in a former sex shop in Redchurch Street, Shoreditch, East London.

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