Henry Moore Foundation At Perry Green
The Foundation is the name of Moore’s art charity, and also of his former estate, which welcomes thousands of visitors every year. it includes the artist's restored home Hoglands, and its flower garden, his studios, and over 70 acres of less formal gardens and fields containing many of his monumental sculptures. The grounds also feature the Sheep Field Barn gallery with changing exhibititions, and the medieval Aisled Barn with a display of nine large colourful tapestries based on his drawings. The estate is open seasonally to everyone, with an admission fee.
The Foundation's headquarters are here at Perry Green, and its large collections of his work. The collections include sculptures in stone, wood, plaster and bronze, drawings and sketchbooks, graphic work, and preparatory materials such as found objects and maquettes. The works are exhibited around the world, next year at the Kremlin Museums in Moscow, Russia and the Pomodoro Foundation in Milan, Italy.
As well as running the Henry Moore Institute, the Foundation gives grants to museums and galleries. Its current Director is Richard Calvocoressi.
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