Tunnel Book: Layers of the City

Pera Kids
Ages 10-12

  • May 25, 2024 / 13:30
  • June 8, 2024 / 13:30
  • June 29, 2024 / 13:30

Children take a guided tour of On the Spot: Panoramic Gaze on Istanbul, a History, travel through the history of panoramic representation. Examining examples of alternative ways of seeing from different periods and mediums, the participants design their tunnel books by cutting and pasting different city details onto layers of unfolding panels. This allows the participants to add depth and dimension to the landscape, playfully reinterpreting the panorama form.

Capacity: 10 people
Duration: 90 minutes
Fee per workshop: 200 TL

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

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