The Hindiyeh Museum of Art: Selections from Palestine

Courtesy of the Hindiyeh Museum of Art

 

Image of a painting of a person riding a camel against a sandy background.

Laila Shawa
Untitled (1965)

Oil on Canvas (70 x 50 cm)

 

Image of a painting of a hill.

Tayseer Barakat
Untitled
Oil on Board (85 x 50 cm)


Image of a painting of a woman wearing a white headscarf.

Nasr Abd Al-Aziz
Untitled (1970)
Oil on Wooden Board (38 x 60 cm)

 

Image of an abstract painting with blue, black, red, pink, and yellow shapes.

Abdulhadi Shala
Untitled (2020)
Acrylic on Canvas (110 x 160 cm)

 

Image of a painting of rows of trees growing on green, orange, and yellow patches.

Nabil Anani
Untitled (2010)
Oil on Board (84 x 143 cm)

 

Image of an abstract painting of grayish, green, beige, and brown shapes overlaying one another.

Vera Tamari
Untitled (1999)
Mixed Media on Paper (27 x 39 cm)

 

Image of a painting of a woman dressed in blue.

Abd Al-Abdi
Untitled
Mixed Media on Canvas (60 x 90 cm)

 

Image of a painting of chairs scattered in space.

Husni Radwan
Untitled (2012)
Oil on Canvas (100 x 120 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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The Hindiyeh Museum of Art: Selections from Palestine

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