Victorian Artists Society

Victorian Artists Society established in 1856 in Melbourne, Australia promotes artistic education, art classes and gallery hire exhibition in Australia. Fore-runner of the Victorian Academy of Arts, founded in 1870. In 1888 the Australian Artist's Association amalgamated with the Victorian Academy of Arts to form the Victorian Artists Society. Past presidents include Frederick McCubbin

The premises at 430 Albert Street, East Melbourne, Victoria 3002, were erected for the society in 1888, enlarged in 1892 and modernised in 1953. Facilities include four Galleries, teaching studio, members room, offices and other ancillary facilities.

Membership is restricted to 1000, a figure last reached in 1979, and today is open for new members to join. Membership is open to all persons interested in the fine arts, with the emphasis on practicing artists.

Regular classes are held in various media which are open to members and non-members. Including watercolour, oil paiting, drawing, mixed media, life model.

Regular exhibitions are held annually, including the seasonal Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter Exhibitions, with special award's given at each.

The 2011 Artist of the Year Award was given to Clive Sinclair.

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