From Piece to Whole: Collective Creation

Pera Kids
Ages 7-12

  • January 24, 2024 / 13:30

The workshop is inspired by Adriana Varejão's installation, Carpet Style Tilework on Canvases, in the exhibition Souvenirs of the Future, consisting of 45 canvases of different shapes and sizes stacked on the floor and wall. Participants sit at one of the canvases, arranged side by side on the table to form a single large surface and begin to paint with a motif of their choice. The participants then move clockwise at regular intervals, adding their additions to the motifs and patterns on each canvas. At the end of the workshop, each participant takes the canvas on which they started the process with them as a "souvenir of the future" to remind them of this shared experience. 

Instructor: Lütfullah Genç
Capacity: 10 people
Duration: 90 minutes
Fee per workshop: 250 TL

The event will take place at the Pera Museum (face-to-face).
For more information: ogrenme@peramuzesi.org.tr

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