The Sound of Movement: Body Percussion

Pera Kids
Ages 7-12

  • August 3, 2023 / 10:30

Children wandering around the Isabel Muñoz: A New Story exhibition, imagining the sounds of the past and the people who spent time or performed rituals in the ancient sites that can be seen in the photographs, work on sound, music and body The participants are invited to a playful experience accompanied by “movement of sound - sound of motion” exercises based on music and rhythm studies, which contain the traces of musical elements in the life of the first humans.

Instructor: Ceren Yılmazoğlu
Capacity: 10 people
Duration: 60 minutes
Fee per workshop: 150 TL

The event will take place at the Pera Museum (face-to-face).

For more information: ogrenme@peramuzesi.org.tr

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