The Pacific Northwest College of Art (PNCA) is a private fine art and design college in Portland in the U.S. state of Oregon. Established in 1909, the art school grants bachelor of fine arts degrees and master of fine arts degrees (MFA) and has an enrollment of about 550 students. PNCA actively participates in Portland's cultural life through a vibrant public program of exhibitions, lectures, and internationally recognized visual artists, designers, and creative thinkers. Thomas Manley serves as the school's president.
The college has ten Bachelor of Fine Arts majors: Communication Design, Contemporary Animated Arts, General Fine Arts, Illustration, Intermedia, Painting, Photography, Printmaking, Sculpture, Video and Sound; and five Master's programs: a mentor-based MFA in Visual Studies, a Low-Residency MFA in Visual Studies, an MA in Critical Theory and Creative Research, an MFA in Applied Craft and Design, and an MFA in Collaborative Design. PNCA also provides continuing education in art and design to the local community.
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