Mornington Peninsula Regional Gallery Works On Paper Award
The National Works on Paper Award is a catch-all term for a body of related awards for contemporary art made on, or with, paper. First awarded in 1998, it is the successor event to the Spring Festival of Drawing and the Prints Acquisitive. The award is made biennially, except during the years 1998 to 2000, and 2002 to 2004, when it was made annually. The award and its concomitant exhibition are hosted by the Mornington Peninsula Regional Gallery, located in Mornington, Australia.
In 2008, the total prize pool of the National Works on Paper award was worth A$45,000 and had three components:
- The John Tallis Acquisitive Award, valued at A$15,000;
- The Mornington Peninsula Regional Shire Acquisition Fund awards, valued at up to A$20,000; and
- The Friends of the Mornington Peninsula Regional Gallery Acquisition Fund awards, valued at up to A$10,000.
Read more about Mornington Peninsula Regional Gallery Works On Paper Award: Winners (major Award Only)
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