Optical Illusion Landscape

Pera Kids
Ages 10-12

  • November 11, 2023 / 13:30
  • November 19, 2023 / 12:30

Followinga guided tour of the exhibition titled On the Spot: Panoramic Gaze on Istanbul, a History, children take a journey into Istanbul's past through panoramic paintings, photographs, and other archival documents. In the workshop focusing onthe reverse perspective technique, the children create entertaining panoramic landscapes. They use cutting and folding techniques on cardboard stencils to change the perception of depth and dimension once viewed from different angles. 

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

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

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