Max Mara Art Prize For Women in Association With The Whitechapel

Max Mara Art Prize For Women In Association With The Whitechapel

MaxMara Art Prize for Women in collaboration with the Whitechapel is a biannual Art Prize for British-based female artists organized by the MaxMara fashion house and The Whitechapel Gallery in London. The Prize includes a 6 month residency in Italy to realize an Art project which may be exhibited at The Whitechapel Gallery in London and it will be acquired by the Collezione Maramotti (Italy)

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