The Dance of Knots: Mario Prassinos

05 August 2016

Renowned for his tapestries, Jean Lurçat was one of the neighbors of Mario Prassinos when he moved to villa Seurat in Paris in 1941. Soon Lurçat would introduce Prassinos to tapestry.

To produce the tapestries, first the primary design was drawn on paper, then the code numbers on the color chart of the samples of wool was written on paper based on a kind of preview that only existed in the mind of the designer. For someone who had mastered the use of his memory, the tapestries were akin to a new game. Making room for calligraphic expression at times, the tapestries sometimes repeated the designs used in the other works and, at other times, revealed images recalling the past with names such as Turquerie or Turkish Rose.

On the 100th anniversary of his birth, Mario Prassinos returned to İstanbul and his place of birth Pera, where his story began, to share, through this exhibition, the many things he took with him in his memories.Mario Prassinos, In Pursuit of an Artist: Istanbul-Paris-Istanbul exhibition took place at Pera Museum between 25 May - 14 August 2016.

Midnight Horror Stories: Pollens, Photosynthesis & Rock ‘N’ Roll <br> Murat Başekim

Midnight Horror Stories: Pollens, Photosynthesis & Rock ‘N’ Roll
Murat Başekim

Pera Museum Blog is launching a new series of creepy stories in collaboration with Turkey’s Fantasy and Science Fiction Arts Association (FABISAD). The Association’s member writers are presenting newly commissioned short horror stories inspired by the artworks of Mario Prassinos as part of the Museum’s In Pursuit of an Artist: Istanbul-Paris-Istanbul exhibition. The third story is by Murat Başekim! The stories will be published online throughout the exhibition. Stay tuned!

Midnight Horror Stories: The Landlord <br> Hakan Bıçakcı

Midnight Horror Stories: The Landlord
Hakan Bıçakcı

Three people sleeping side by side. On the uncomfortable seats of the stuffy airplane in the air. Three friends. I’m the friend in the window seat. The other two are a couple, Emre and Melisa. I’m alone, they are together. And another difference. I’ve only closed my eyes. They are asleep.

Midnight Horror Stories: Witches’ Sun <br> Mehmet Berk Yaltırık

Midnight Horror Stories: Witches’ Sun
Mehmet Berk Yaltırık

I walk over rocks hot as iron under the September sun. I can make out a few lines in the distance, and a few cracked rocks, but apart from those, not a single tree, not one plant. I have walked until I reached this hill, in the trail of the letter that hurled me once again to my home town...