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The purpose of WYAEA is to serve as a resource for Visual Art educators in Wyoming to connect, collaborate and network. Saturday, February 21, 2015. Join us at our new home away from home - www.wyarted.org. Wyoming Art Education Association. Sunday, August 3, 2014. Our Board at the NIC. Wyoming Art Education Association. Fall meeting of Oct 18 1-3pm in Casper. Spring conference Feb 28 - Mar 1 in Cheyenne. Summer meeting in Casper August 8, 2015 1-3pm. Wyoming Art Education Association. There was an error.CONTENT
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