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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