Jean Dubuffet

Encounter with a Major XXth century Artist

October 26, 2005 - January 8, 2006

Imprinting fascinated Jean Dubuffet for over forty years and is an integral part of his creative oeuvre. Throughout his life, in certain intense and active phases, he would not cease to explore the range of different techniques that could be utilized in printing and most of all those of lithography, interpreting and inventing new methods, as to better meet his needs. According to a set of associations and logic distinctive to this artist, each discovery led him directly to a rich field of developments into which he was to rush with perpetual sense of wonder, ignoring the limits of these new fields of investigation.

Created between 1944 – 1984 a selection of the artist’s works were exhibited for the first time at Pera Museum.

Curator: Meira Perry-Lehmann

Exhibition Catalogue

Jean Dubuffet

Jean Dubuffet

Imprinting fascinated Jean Dubuffet for forty years and it is indissolubly a part of his creative oeuvre. Throughout his life, in certain intense and active phases, he would not cease to explore...

Mark Požlep

Mark Požlep

Our Cold Front from the Balkans exhibition focuses on different generations of artists and art groups from the Balkan region. Throughout the exhibition, we keep sharing detailed information about the artworks. Take a look at Mark Požlep’s “Stranger than Paradise” video installation. Also you can check our interview with the artist on our YouTube channel! 

Fragments of Identity

Fragments of Identity

The Academy of Fine Arts in Sarajevo was founded in 1972 as the first Academy of Fine Arts in Bosnia and Herzegovina and became one of the forerunners in Bosnian contemporary art. Academy continued its operation throughout the war years (1992-1995) in besieged Sarajevo and participated in important international art projects.

Midnight Horror Stories: Witches’ Sun

Midnight Horror Stories: Witches’ Sun

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...