Mario Prassinos

In Pursuit of an Artist: Istanbul-Paris-Istanbul

May 25 - August 14, 2016

This exhibition was centered on the art of Mario Prassinos, who was born in Istanbul into a Greek-Ottoman family and began his artistic career in Paris, among the 20th century avant-gardes. Brought together a large selection of his works ranging from paintings and book illustrations to tapestries, portraits, and engravings, the exhibition revealed the striking and unique character of Prassinos and his distinctive style shifting from Surrealism to a more realistic approach. Curated by Seza Sinanlar Uslu, the exhibition welcomes back this original 20th century artist to his birthplace to Pera, Istanbul, on the 100th anniversary of his birth.

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Mario Prassinos

Mario Prassinos

The exhibition Mario Prassinos, In Pursuit of an Artist: İstanbul-Paris-İstanbul is centered on the art of Mario Prassinos. Born into a Greek family of artists in Istanbul, Prassinos’...

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