Selections from Sudan

Courtesy of the Hindiyeh Museum of Art

 

Islam Kamil Ali, Untitled (2011), 47x 62 cm, Acrylic on CanvasISLAM KAMIL ALI
UNTITLED (2011)

47 x 62 CM, ACRYLIC ON CANVAS

 

Moh’d Omar Khalil, Untitled (1992), 56× 75 cm, Oil on PaperMOH’D OMAR KHALIL
UNTITLED (1992)
56 x 75 CM, OIL ON PAPER


Rashid Diab 45x47 1-1 2011mono print last dynstiesRASHID DIAB
L
AST DYNASTIES (2011)
45 x 47 CM, 1/1 MONOPRINT

 

Rashid Diab, Untitled, 25x 30 cm, Acrylic on PaperRASHID DIAB
UNTITLED
25 x 30 CM, ACRYLIC ON PAPER

 

Rashid Diab, Untitled, 25x 30 cm, Acrylic on PaperRASHID DIAB
UNTITLED
25 x 30 CM, ACRYLIC ON PAPER

 

Taj Al Ser Ahmad, Untitled (1998), 50x 63cm, Oil on BoardTAJ AL SER AHMAD
UNTITLED (1998)
50 x 63 CM, OIL ON BAORD

 

Talal Osman, Untitled (2012), 70x 70 cm, Watercolor on PaperTALAL OSMAN
UNTITLED (2012)
70 x 70 CM, WATERCOLOR ON PAPER

 

Abdel Qader Bakhit 120x50 2007 mixed media,snake skin on boardABDEL QADAR BAKHIT
UNTITLED (2007)
120 x 50 CM, MIXED MEDIA SNAKE SKIN ON BOARD

 

 

 

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 Sudan

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