Selections from Morocco

Courtesy of the Hindiyeh Museum of Art

Mohammad Al Qasemi, Untitled  Silkscreen on Paper (60 x 80 cm)

MOHAMMAD AL QASEMI, UNTITLED
SILKSCREEN ON PAPEAR (60 x 80 cm)

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HASSAN BOURKIA, UNTITLED (2009)
MIXED MEDIA ON CANVAS (150 x 150 cm)

 

Noureddine Chater, Untitled (2010) Acrylic on Paper (55 x 80 cm)

NOUREDDINE CHATER, UNTITLED (2010)
ACRYLIC ON PAPER (55 x 80 cm)

 

Noureddine Daifallah, Untitled (2010) Watercolor on Paper with Ink (80 x 100 cm)

NOUREDDINE DAIFALLAH, UNTITLED (2010)
WATERCOLOR ON PAPER WITH INK  (80 x 100 cm)

 

Hakim Ghazali, Untitled Mixed Media on Paper (30 x 45 cm)

HAKIN GHAZALI, UNTITLED
MIXED MEDIA ON PAPER (30 x 45 cm)

 

Latifa Toujani, Untitled (1975) Zink on Paper (34 x 50 cm)

LATIFA TOUJANI, UNTITLED (1975)
ZINK ON PAPER (34 x 50 cm)

 

Kenza Aqel, Untitled (2017) Acrylic on Canvas (100 x 80 cm)

KENZA AGEL, UNTITLED (2017)
ACRYLIC ON CANVAS (100 x 80 cm)

 

Ahmad Al Rebati, Untitled Watercolor on Paper (15 x 25 cm)

AHMAD AL REBATI, UNTITLED
WATERCOLOR ON PAPER (15 x 25 cm)

 

 

The Hindiyeh Museum Of Art in Jordan exhibits a distinguished collection of contemporary Arabic art from the start of the 20th century to the present, with frequent new acquisitions from established and emerging artists. The museum is home to numerous masterpieces of painting and sculpture from all over the Arab world, including regions, countries, and artists poorly-represented in the canon of contemporary art.  

 

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Selections from Morocco

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